We Quarreled That Morning, For He Was Sixty - Five, And I Was Thirty, And I Was Nervous And Heavy With The Child Whose Birth I Dreaded. I Thought Over The Last Letter Written Me By That Estranged Young Soul Whose Betrayal Of Me I Had Concealed By Marrying The Old Man. Then I Took Morphine And Sat Down To Read. Across The Blackness That Came Over My Eyes I See The Flickering Light Of These Words Even Now: "And Jesus Said Unto Him, Verily I Say Unto Thee, To-Day Thou Shalt Be With Me In Paradise."