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ANON YMOOS. 
“ Not to myself alone,” 
The streamlet whispers on its pebbly way— 
“ Not to myself alone I sparkling glide ; 
I scatter life and health on every side, 
And strew the fields with herb and flow’ret gay; 
I sing unto the common, bleak and bare, 
My gladsome tune; 
I sweeten and refresh the languid air 
In droughty June.” 
“ Not to myself alone—” 
Oh man, forget not thou, earth’s honored priest! 
Its tongue, its soul, its life, its pulse, its heart— 
In earth’s great chorus to sustain thy part. 
Chiefest of guests at life’s ungrudging feast, 
Play not the niggard, spurn thy native clod, 
And self disown; 
Live to thy neighbor, live unto thy God., 
Not to thyself alone. 
