Block · one region of the page, as the scanner read it. It may hold a whole story, part of one, several, or an advertisement; stitching blocks into articles is the next step. Text is supplied OCR.
Page 8 · column 4 of 9 · from the scan, no model involved
I see the sky above the barn, cloud flecked; The chickens strutting proudly in the yard. Then little folk around me, hungry, tired. How their small, careless touches my heart fired! Again, at Heaven’s bedtime, I would see All that made Heaven pale by earth, turning to me Small buttons, lisping prayers, the big frog’s cry I want those more world things, past stars and sky. I want to end my days beyond, as I did here. Tired from hard work for all I held most dear; At Heaven’s night to bend above small beds, To straighten covers, look on tangled heads. A foolish woman I, perhaps, but mine, I would the way I traveled, loved, and lost in a too short yesterday. 1 think that I, like that mother, am too earth-bound. What is better in the beyond than here, closer to God? The Bible says that He is closer than breathing.
95.0%