A HARVEST OF THANKSGIVING STORIES

These are 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 birds, murmur of little rills,

Shadow 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.

So let me keep

These treasures of the humble heart

In true possession, owning them by love.

HENRY VAN DYKE.

(_Selection from God of the Open Air._)

Used by permission and special arrangement

with Chas. Scribner and Sons.

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