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green of the emerald fields, the vivid azure of the 

 sapphire heavens, to the royal purple and the ethereal 

 violet of the amethyst as they glow in the shadow of 

 the hills and gleam in the cloud. The whiteness of 

 pure light, too. is hers alone, milky iridiscence as of 

 the opal in the morning mist, " chalcedony's dim white- 

 ness, pure-serene " in fields flooded with moonlight, 

 lustre of pearl in the dew, the radiance of the diamond 

 lavished on the landscape of snow. Xow, the country's 

 richness of aesthetic loveliness is but a type of her 

 wealth for human living which it is yours to lead all 

 men to see. 



Out of the heart of the city, begotten 



Of the labor of men and their manifold hands, 

 Where souls that were sprung from the earth in her morning, 

 No longer regard nor remember her warning, 



Whose hearts in the furnace of care have forgotten 

 Forever the scent and the lure of her lands; 



Out of the heart of the usurer's hold, 



From the horrible crush of the strong man's feet, 

 Out of the shadow where pity is dying, 

 Out of the clamor where beauty is lying 



Dead in the depths of the struggle for gold; 

 Out of the din and the glare of the street; 



Into the arms of our mother we come, 



Our broad, strong mother, the innocent earth, 

 Mother of all things beautiful, blameless, 

 Mother of hopes tha| her strength makes tameless, 

 Where the voices of grief and of battle are dumb, 



And the whole world laughs in the light of her mirth.* 



And you need to know the agencies that are making 

 \ for betterment. Let me mention in this connection one 



* Archibald Lampman, " Freedom." 



