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[page from a book? attached to diary page - reads as follows{
The Calling of the Spring

By MARTHA HASKELL CLARK

WOOD SMOKE through the pasture lands drifting
sweet and keen,
Hillsides dark with shadowed clouds and filmed with leaf-
mist green,
Dawn light rioting with songs of feathered folk a-wing--
Someone's heart is throbbing with the calling of the spring.

Sunlight through the hemlock boughs, far hills blue with
haze,
Young leaves dappling dusty gold down birch-blown wander
ways,
Every turning's southern bank starred with wind-flowers
frail--
Someone's heart is yearning to the whisper of the trail.

[Yenders'] baskets purpled high with lilac blossoms sweet,
Hurdy-gurdies thumping strains of lost dreams down the
street,
Park lawns gay with tulips, park pools warm and brown--
Someone's heart is aching with the burden of the town.

Youth and laughter hand in hand on the meadow grass,
Gray Age, cloaked with memories, smiling where they pass,
Every dawn the promise of a golden yesterday--
Someone's heart is dancing to the elfin pipes of May.

[paper clipping underneath the attached page reads:-]
Even amid the hurrying, eager throng:
Give me Thy spirit, ever calm and sweet,
Thy light to shine through me both clear and
strong."
[writing on original page]
John & Mary Small
Uncle Frank & Mary
Uncle Harry & Edith
Alice Stanley