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"These are the things I prize And hold of dearest worth: Light of the sapphire skies, Place 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." |
| (Van Dyke) | Ruth Morse Dec. 17, 1916. |