The Human Touch 
the watch dog’s honest bark which from afar strikes into 
this wild chorus and tells of the nearness of humanity; 
for whatever the delights of reading the book of nature by 
day, in culling flowers and coquetting by the waterside 
with frogs and fishes, there is that in man’s soul which 
craves when night falls the sound of a human voice, the 
touch of a human hand. 
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