“Yes," she said. "I live in Poverty Vale. The floor of the valley is very hard and poor. But the King walks with me here. Every day he comes and helps me. Every day he helps me bear my burden. Showers of blessing fall every day or two. In my struggles celestial ones camp about me. I feel their ministrations. I enjoy their care. I know what is pain and what is poverty and what is persecution, but while the King walks with me I shall not murmur. Yea, tho I walk through the vale of poverty all the days of my life, yet I shall feast at the table of my King and my cup of joy shall run over””