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Show HIS LETTER 8 V si ileyontl tli steel and tho flra Olcani Hit old d(re. War has not taken wonder away, More poignant- where It IlKhtnlngi play The appeal of neauty' lonely cry I I hall ko on-Hreamlne'tlll I die. I ee wlnd-burnUlied coln-brlglit town, And roada that alilna acrom the down; A.dunK pf (oreat and' a line Of light thai allver the deeUn: Always ,lh,hctWwr. and the bright, A lialo for the blacked nlghtl -lilnd where I have never been: The" rainbow topphnjr down the green Of tilted iVhat rake a ahlp; The rnolten .UVa atream that slip I'rom ilery craler-tlme and nil The dark Willi roe and daffodil; Ijtkes, mouiilaln-lild and aplrltual; The UndUcovred waterfall I.Ike a, white feather through the trees. The undiscovered bird In these Singing,1 alway alone, alone, The .lovely 'voice of the unknown. Thla It Ilomance chameleon-clad That called me when I was a lad. That Valla me now to follow well Through blighted rienrdy to hell, Through hell to eothe elualve biles Of new adventure after this; To follow without asking why; So you will know, If I must die Upon this last and strangest quest, It did not dlrfcr from the rest In simple wonder dark and bright A halo for the dnrkMt nlghtl And freedom like the unknown bird Was a wild voice I fought to heart These words, to you, my very dear. Keynnd the steel and the fire aienms the old desire. -Clrace Hazard Conkllng, In the Atlantic |