But I was gone a hundred years. A million miles from you. Although the iris by the path still marches tall and blue. Although the little bluebuds house still holds its treasure tight. O, dusty centuries have dogged till I came home tonight! And there is nothing under space so good as this. To see our yellow fire-shine and your face - clear light to welcome me! -Fannie Stearns Davis For Daddy with birthday love. Jan 18/1927 [Return to 1/18/1927](1927_01_18.md) --- (This is a letter from Sarah to Vernon for his birthday. Also having trouble finding this poem somewhere else.) <img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/d/1r-YIDNZ3ts4AOXTIH2_a5CBA8cxyn_7G">