For AH These.

For AH These.
Juliet Wilbor Tompkins
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I thank thee, Lord, that I am straight and strong.
With wit to work and hope ho to keep me brave”:
That two score yours, unfathomed, still belong
To the allotted life thy bounty gave.

I thank thee that the sight of sunlit lands
And dipping itils, the breath of evening grass- That wet, dark rocks and flowers in my hands
Can n give me dally gladness as I pass.

I thank thee that I love the things of earth- Ripe Fruite and
The shine of laughter. Iying down to sleep. lighted towns, the graver worth
Of beating human hearts that laugh and weep.

I thank theo that vet I need not know.
You need not fear, the mystery of the end:
But more than all, and through all these should go
Dear Lord, this on my knees!-1 thank thes for my friend.