The sun is a comrade old, with a warm and hearty blessing,
The wind, with his fingers cold, will tease in rough caressing,
The friendly trees make shadow sweet, on roads that wind and wind,
The grass is tender to our feet, and even the rain is kind.
_Words by Abbie Farwell Brown_
_Music by Mabel W. Daniels_
_Copies to be had from National Headquarters_
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