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Show How little we know of life. Tie dust under our feet which we think of with scorn if we think of it at all to it we owe our life, and the joy that comes when we contemplate the beautiful beau-tiful in nature. The bird on the wing, the blade of grass, the "worm that crawls across our pathway, each has a knowledge of nature that we can never possess. Exhalted as man is, the ruler of all things of the -earth, his ignorance of the varied vari-ed forms of life is enormous. 'The farther he gets from nature the more stupid he becomes. His joys lessen daily. Are not the joys of life made up of the simple, natural things? Health .and love and a clear conscience these cannot be bought, j Without them the world is a prison and life a burden. In th; rush and struggle of a large city, in the fierce fight for place and wealth, it is difficult to keep the conscience untainted, and there is little time for love. And for health, do we not need the pure vigor tinge of air that blows across open fields and through pine forests, the quiet, the purity and the serenity of country life. |