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Grace Hill Wolfe

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Grace Hill Wolfe

Birth
Milford, Pike County, Pennsylvania, USA
Death
Apr 1938 (aged 46)
Hopewell, Mercer County, New Jersey, USA
Burial
Milford, Pike County, Pennsylvania, USA GPS-Latitude: 41.3154259, Longitude: -74.8038712
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Grace was a graduate of Milford High School in 1909 and Syracuse University in 1913 (see photos). Her younger sister Clara and her younger brother Burton were also Syracuse University alumni.

She was an English teacher and taught in Hopewell and Paterson, N.J. She chose not to marry.

Grace was a well-regarded teacher and was known as a very kind and good person. A poem she wrote is very telling:

The Evening Star

I'd been standing on a hill-top,
I had seen the sun sink low,
I had watched the dusky shadows
Gather o'er the scene below.

Then I looked into the heavens
And saw gazing from afar
One single ray of yellow light--
The light of the evening star.

As I watched it from the hill-top
And the shadows darker grew,
The bright light in the heavens
Grew to a still brighter hue.

So it is with many a person,
Who, through cold and dreary strife
For the right, shows forth the beauty
Of a good and noble life.

Let us all, when trial or sorrow
Comes with us our life to share,
Shine more brightly in the darkness
Than when the light was there.
Grace was a graduate of Milford High School in 1909 and Syracuse University in 1913 (see photos). Her younger sister Clara and her younger brother Burton were also Syracuse University alumni.

She was an English teacher and taught in Hopewell and Paterson, N.J. She chose not to marry.

Grace was a well-regarded teacher and was known as a very kind and good person. A poem she wrote is very telling:

The Evening Star

I'd been standing on a hill-top,
I had seen the sun sink low,
I had watched the dusky shadows
Gather o'er the scene below.

Then I looked into the heavens
And saw gazing from afar
One single ray of yellow light--
The light of the evening star.

As I watched it from the hill-top
And the shadows darker grew,
The bright light in the heavens
Grew to a still brighter hue.

So it is with many a person,
Who, through cold and dreary strife
For the right, shows forth the beauty
Of a good and noble life.

Let us all, when trial or sorrow
Comes with us our life to share,
Shine more brightly in the darkness
Than when the light was there.


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