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Surely, it was the sweetest grace ever
said.
A duet between a hermit thrush and a
Camp Fire Girl! Pinnacle vespers!
If gladness did not flow freely now,
then human hearts were a desert!
Instead, they were enchanted ground,
those girlish hearts, carried away by a
sense that Mother Earth did not, after all,
have to go outside her own atmosphere
for her fairy-land,--her golden crown of
romance.
/*
"Wheel-y-will-y-will-y-il!"
*/
Preluded again the little brown hermit-*lover,
with the rufous tail and ruffled,
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