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Aug 15, 2023 Jannyp Sep 14, 2022 Athenalindia Feb 13, 2022 pat_mccurry Jan 21, 2022 Western University Archives and Special Collections	152 [Newspaper clipping] SELFISHNESS. A man has built a chimney stack be- tween the east and me And spoiled a patch of golden sky where beauty used to be; And yonder to the westward was a clump of maples tall, But now an ugly barn is there and I have lost them all. The quiet and the calm are gone from scenes which once I knew, The clover fields of yesterday the trains go rushing through; The brook which laughed and danced along its journey to the sea, Now wears upon its weary face the look of slavery. How fair the dawn of day would be but for that shimney stack, How fair the west if only man could put those maples back! Yet almost eerywhere we turn some lovely view to scan, We find the realms of beauty being encroached upon by man. Yet why should I complain at this, why mourn the maple tree, When day by day my selfishness steals beauty's charm from me? I will not check some whim of mine to serve the broader view, But raise my barns and chimney stacks for what I want to do. --Edgar A. Guest. by Edgar A Guest	152 [Newspaper clipping] SELFISHNESS. A man has built a chimney stack be- tween the east and me And spoiled a patch of golden sky where beauty used to be; And yonder to the westward was a clump of maples tall, But now an ugly barn is there and I have lost them all. The quiet and the calm are gone from scenes which once I knew, The clover fields of yesterday the trains go rushing through; The brook which laughed and danced along its journey to the sea, Now wears upon its weary face the look of slavery. How fair the dawn of day would be but for that shimney stack, How fair the west if only man could put those maples back! Yet almost eerywhere we turn some lovely view to scan, We find the realms of beauty being encroached upon by man. Yet why should I complain at this, why mourn the maple tree, When day by day my selfishness steals beauty's charm from me? I will not check some whim of mine to serve the broader view, But raise my barns and chimney stacks for what I want to do. --Edgar A. Guest. by Edgar A Guest

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