Author: Tom Lowenburg
Date: 08-03-02 06:54
Hi Mitch,
Here are a few more:
These are the things I prize
And hold of dearest worth:
Light of the sapphire skies,
Peace of the silent hills,
Shelter of Forests,
Comfort of the grass,
Music of the birds,
Murmur of little rills,
Shadows of clouds that swiftly pass,
And after showers,
The smell of flowers
And of the good brown earth,
And best of all, along the way, friendship and mirth.
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Teach me, Father, how to go
Softly as the grasses grow;
Hush my soul to meet the shock
Of the wild world as a rock.
But my spirit, prompt with power,
Make as simple as a flower.
Let the dry heart fill its cup,
Like a poppy looking up;
Let life lightly wear her crown
Like a poppy looking down.
When its heart is filled with dew
And its life begins anew.
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It is my joy in life to find
At every turning of the road,
The strong arm of comrade kind
To help me onward with my load.
And since I have no gold to give,
And love alone must make amends,
My only prayer is, while I live, --
God make me worthy of my friends.
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