labor satisfactorily and well. Animals are his friends, he 

 knows all about them and loves them. 

 I -heard men say after they were at Roycroft a day or 

 two and had gone afield once or twice, that they could 

 not understand why they had not taken interest in such 

 things at home. Here they were eager to hear the lessons 

 taught by Mr. Hubbard or Mr. Fay, and they took deep 

 interest in shrub and flower. On going to East Aurora 

 you go to a place where more people who love inanimate 

 nature go than to most places. At home you do not meet 

 such people, and you are richer for your visit. When at 

 home, returning from your work, you may be in a brown 

 study, or a blue or a green study, about a tree or flower, 

 you wonder- 

 is the flower pistillate or staminate, 



Then, why did you stay so late.? 

 Where 's that sugar, where 's that ham? 



Until inside you think a dam, 



the sugar and the ham take the place of tree and flower. 

 Anyway there 's a time and place for everything, and at 

 times the odor of ox-tail soup is apt to supplant ox-eye 

 daisies in your affections. 



At home, with its worries and toils and cares, 



You 're apt to see the rents and tears. 



But steal off to the woods for a quiet hour, 



And you '11 hear God talk from tree and flower. 



Learn the lesson and learn it well; 



As you walk through field and shady dell, 



Let it sink in deeply as it can, 



That you cannot love flowers and not love man. 



God made both, and He made them well; 



He made the flowers, but man made hell. 



There 'd be no hell if man could see 



The beauty hidden in shrub and tree; 



The flowers afield, the ferns in the wood 



Are all so pure, so sweet, so good, 



But God is wise, He knows best. 



One day He '11 call man home to rest. 



Man rules the earth, he 's monarch here; 



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