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[note bordered with images of roses]
A PRAYER

TEACH ME, FATHER, HOW TO GO SOFTLY AS THE
grasses grow;
Hush my soul to meet the shock of the
wild world as a rock;
But my spirit, propt with power,
Make as simple as a flower.
Let the dry heart fill its cup,
Like a poppy looking up;
Let life lightly wear her crown,
Like a poppy looking down,

Teach me Father how to be kind and
patient as a tree.
Joyfully the crickets croon
Under shady oak at noon;

Beetle, on his mission bent,
Tarries in that cooling tent.

Let me also cheer a nook,
Place for friendly bread and book-
Place where passing souls can rest
On the way, and be their best.

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY DOCTOR
AND MANY MORE TO COME

D.BAPTISTE