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For the New Year.

For the New Year. By HENRY VAN DYKE. 122.5. These are the gifts I ask Of thee, Spirit serene; Strength for the dally task, Courage to face the road, Good cheer to help me bear the traveler's load. And, for the hours of rest that come between,…

Real Life.

Real Life. 122.3 It was back in old Missoury. In a peaceful farming vale, And the folks were plunged in trouble- Hushed the music of the flall. There a villian held a mortgage On the dear old farmhouse roof: Much he loved the widow's…