. . horses might bust atug, or sumpin. So the boys got off the wagon and feil in behindas all good boys must who have a sickly father. As the team started,each boy raised his end of the tail-gate and put a big apple under it;they then separated and one passed on each side of the team and hurriedup the hill in the lead. Arriving at the top, the father stopped to let theteam blow a bit. Looking back, he saw the wagon was nearly emptyand the apples were racing, bobbing and rolling down the wheel tracksand a great wind-row lay in the valley. He braced up quickly (mentallygrabbing
. . horses might bust atug, or sumpin. So the boys got off the wagon and feil in behindas all good boys must who have a sickly father. As the team started,each boy raised his end of the tail-gate and put a big apple under it;they then separated and one passed on each side of the team and hurriedup the hill in the lead. Arriving at the top, the father stopped to let theteam blow a bit. Looking back, he saw the wagon was nearly emptyand the apples were racing, bobbing and rolling down the wheel tracksand a great wind-row lay in the valley. He braced up quickly (mentallygrabbing his oil-can of lubricating cuss-words). He looked at the stood there nicely feigning surprise and disgust. He looked backdown the hill again and saw the young river of apples, still apparentlyfrolicking in glee at their freedom from the old cusser; he took off hishat and scratched his head and turning to the boys said, Wall, therhaint no use; cuz ther haint no words in no language as is fit for § o C s ^ S c s c 5 <D w 0£ c03 PEACE 129 HOMAGE I do revere a power Divine A power which rules through endless do believe that power is mine If I but tune my heart with Grace—A power which deals with good alone,That power is Love on truth, its throne. lts voice of conscience in my breastBids me to live and dare do right. My sure reward is peace and rest,Which far surpass kingly might. Today this Lord shall claim its own— The God of Love on truth, its throne. Perverted love has long held sway; By praise of wealth did lust Science ushers in the day When hearts know joy and cease to all debts, the past God is Love on truth, its throne. By faith in Love to train the soulWe learn that all mankind are good. That fear leads to that useless goalOf sickness, sin and sorrowhood. All evils die when left alone. Then worship Love on truth, its throne. The best investment one can make Is make a friend for friendships sake;
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