SONG OF HEALTH

SONG OF HEALTH

SONG OF HEALTH

For friends to stand beside, for foes to fight,For devil’s work to break, for Wrong and Right,And will (however hard) to choose between them:For merry tales, no matter where you glean them:Songs, stars, delight of birds, and summer roses,Sunshine, wherein my friend the dog now dozes:Danger—the zest of life, and Love, the lordOf Life and Death: for every open wordSpoken in blame or praise by friend o’ mineTo spur me on: for old, good memories,Keeping in my soul’s cellar like good wine:For Truth that’s strong, and Beauty so divine:For animals, and children, and for trees,Both wintry-black and blossoming in white:For homely gardens and for humming bees:For drink, and dreams, and daisies on the sod,Plain food, and fire (when it will light)—Thank God!

For friends to stand beside, for foes to fight,For devil’s work to break, for Wrong and Right,And will (however hard) to choose between them:For merry tales, no matter where you glean them:Songs, stars, delight of birds, and summer roses,Sunshine, wherein my friend the dog now dozes:Danger—the zest of life, and Love, the lordOf Life and Death: for every open wordSpoken in blame or praise by friend o’ mineTo spur me on: for old, good memories,Keeping in my soul’s cellar like good wine:For Truth that’s strong, and Beauty so divine:For animals, and children, and for trees,Both wintry-black and blossoming in white:For homely gardens and for humming bees:For drink, and dreams, and daisies on the sod,Plain food, and fire (when it will light)—Thank God!

For friends to stand beside, for foes to fight,

For devil’s work to break, for Wrong and Right,

And will (however hard) to choose between them:

For merry tales, no matter where you glean them:

Songs, stars, delight of birds, and summer roses,

Sunshine, wherein my friend the dog now dozes:

Danger—the zest of life, and Love, the lord

Of Life and Death: for every open word

Spoken in blame or praise by friend o’ mine

To spur me on: for old, good memories,

Keeping in my soul’s cellar like good wine:

For Truth that’s strong, and Beauty so divine:

For animals, and children, and for trees,

Both wintry-black and blossoming in white:

For homely gardens and for humming bees:

For drink, and dreams, and daisies on the sod,

Plain food, and fire (when it will light)—

Thank God!

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