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Show ' The Rhyming Optimist THE BEST GIFT. By Aline Michaelis. EACH morning brings me many thlngo upon its blue wings swift, but still I find that to my mind work is its dearest gift. There ja a Joy without alloy, a sense of uplift glad that hits me .when 1 seize my pen and fix mv wrltlnB-pad. Tho sight of Ink Is like a drink to one who dies of thirst; with myry grin I Just wade In and do my very worst The morning bright Is a delight when firat It greets my eyes. Though I could stay there In the hav. with , gladness I arise. And RlfU-I find ot every kind are strewn uopn my way; It often seems as though my dreams were answered by some fay. With letters dear that bring good cheer r from f5lks L long havo known, with songs (hat come when I am glum, with friends I'm glad to own. With sons: of birds and tender words, these are so commonplace that you may smile bat I'll waste while to-jrlyo to-jrlyo them here a plage. These things. I pay, make up my dav; these are the gifts it brings; and, great or small, j. have them an; Vm lCIl ,my, sou' ,ts wlnga. But still I nnd that to my mind' the work of all Is best; and If r must get up and dust. I can leave all the rest Though friends make bright Uie flay and nighj. I've found Iji days of care sometimes It tails when III luck calls, ono must play solitaire. And I am sure ther in a cure for most of earthly woes, but all life's rune !s out of tuneVhen work takes wings and goes. : ' - fr |