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Show Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer ! Than th's world dreams of. Where fore let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day, For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If. knowing God, they l.'ft not hand's of prayer. Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God. Tennyson: "Idylls of the King." IT is one of the charms of life in the woods that it brings back the high spirits of boyhood and renews the youth of the world. Plain fun. like plain food, tastes good out of doors. |