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Light of the sapphire skies, 
Peace of the silent hills, 
And, after showers, 
The smell of flowers 
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“TRHESE are the things I prize 
And hold of dearest worth; 
Shelter of forests, comfort of the grass, 
Music of birds, murmur of little rills, 
And of the good brown earth,— 
And best of all, along the way, 
friendship and mirth.”’ 
—Henry Van Dyke. 
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“ GU PPOSE a kindly word of mine 
Could lift the clouds and bring sunshine; 
Am I my brother’s keeper? 
Suppose the weary worker toils, 
For scanty pittance delves and moils; 
Am I my brother’s keeper? 
Suppose in penury and fear 
My neighbor see the wolf draw near; 
Am I my brother’s keeper? 
Suppose beneath a tyrant’s heel 
Some distant nation anguish feel; 
Am I my brother’s keeper? 
Perhaps—who knows?—perhaps I’m not! 
Self-centered soul, hast thou forgot 
The marvel of our common lot, 
The mystic tie that binds us all 
Who dwell on this terrestrial ball, 
Stupendous hope of time and song, 
The bourne for which the ages long? 
How hard our hearts must seem to Thee, 
Exhaustless Fount of Charity!’’ 
—Henry Nehemiah Dodge. 
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Rep rinted from ‘‘Progress,’’ March issue. 
