My dear Mrs Ryu. As we have been meeting with the graduates my mind turns to you. I hear from others that you are doing very well.

I’d like to go to Formosa and visit you but that is impossible.

A little poem has helped me. I’ll write you

”Leave God to order all shy ways, and hope in Him what e’er betide.

Who trusts in God’s unchanging love Builds on the rocks that nought can move,”

With love   

Alberta B Sprowles