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hoe!" Yes, but please, not as Edward Markham defines it in his poem, 

 "The Man with the Hoe," but rather as he puts it in his poem. 'The 

 Angehis :" 



And two have heard the summons ou the air, 

 And turned from labor, the embodied prayer ; 

 Bowed with the fine humility of trees, 

 Of bended grasses in the quiet breeze ; 

 As duteous as the never-failing earth 

 That gives us bread of rest and bread of mirth ; 

 As patient as the rocks that have been still 

 Since put into their places on the hill ; 

 In league with earth and all her quiet things : 

 Whose lives are wrapped in shade and whisperings ; 

 In league with earth and all the things that live 

 To give their toil for others, and forgive. 

 Pausing to let the hush of evening pass 

 Across the soul, as shadow over grass. 

 They cease their day-long sacrament of toil, 

 That living prayer, the tilling of the soil ! 

 And richer are their two-fold worshipings 

 Than flare of pontiff or the pomp of kings. 

 For each true deed is worship ; it is prayer, 

 And carries its own answer unaware. 

 Yes, they whose feet upon good errands run 

 Are fixed in God, like Michael of the sun. 

 Yes, each accomplished service of the day 

 Paves for the feet of God a lordlier way. 

 The souls that love and labor through all wrong, 

 They clasp His hand and make the circle Ltrong; 

 They lay the deep foundation, stone by stone, 

 And build into Eternity God's throne. 

 He is more pleased by some sweet human 

 Than by the learned book of the recluse : 

 Sweeter are comrade kindnesses to Him 

 Than the high harpings of the Seraphim ; 

 More than white incense circling to the dome 

 Is a field well furrowed or a nail sent home- 

 More than the hallelujahs of the choirs. 

 Or hushed adorings of the altar fires. 



But back to mv subject. After a bonfire was made of our gathered 

 stalks, what was our discovery? Old shoes, broken dishes, old stove- 

 pipes, tin cans, beer bottles, old iron^things innumerable, just such as 

 would accumulate around a miner's home. Yet after all there were 

 the thirty cisterns that served as receptacles for all this, and this rubbish 

 was soon hustled out of sight. Then, with six cisterns filled, we had 

 a foundation for the home yard. 



We have made a new beginning, and from past experiences, are 

 expecting good results. I have often marveled at the great returns for 

 the efi-ort put forth. More than a hundred fold. Oh, the beauties of 

 Nature! Do we adore them half enough! I am ready to exclaim, as 



