When the storms of life overtake me

And my heart is sad and drear

And the cares of each day down me

And the night is filled with fear

In the stillness of darkness

When the world is all asleep

And my aching head is tossing

On a pillow wet with tears



Comes a gentle unseen presence

Comes a warmth to fill my soul

Comes a comfort that my eyes see not

But my body, mind and soul

Rest a little while with Jesus

And life smiling meets me with the dawn.



]]> Transcription by Shannon Miller]]> Keq Ktotoli Oluhk? (March 3, 2005)]]> Maine Indian Newsletter (June 1969)]]> Digital images courtesy of Bowdoin College Library. In making these images available, we also consulted with ssipsis’ daughter, Pam Outdusis Cunningham.]]> Maine Indian Newsletter (Sept-Oct 1968)]]> Digital images courtesy of Bowdoin College Library. In making these images available, we also consulted with ssipsis’ daughter, Pam Outdusis Cunningham.]]> Maine Indian Newsletter (Nov. 1968)]]> Digital images courtesy of Bowdoin College Library. In making these images available, we also consulted with ssipsis’ daughter, Pam Outdusis Cunningham.]]> Maine Indian Newsletter (April 1969)]]> Digital images courtesy of Bowdoin College Library. In making these images available, we also consulted with ssipsis’ daughter, Pam Outdusis Cunningham.]]> Maine Indian Newsletter (May 1969)]]> Digital images courtesy of Bowdoin College Library. In making these images available, we also consulted with ssipsis’ daughter, Pam Outdusis Cunningham.]]>