| WISH

I wish that every city child could know the rural charm,

Which casts its spell on all who spend

a summer on the farm.

| wish that every city kid could see the lovely dawn . . .

With pasture grass a-sparkle till the morning dew is gone‘ . ..

And then behold the brilliant blooms of flowers growing wild...

A gift the Lord has sent to show His love for every child.

I wish that kids from city streets could play in stacks of hay . ..

And feed the cows and chickens and could also find their way...

To brooks and streams that trickle through the splendor of the woods . . . And know that Mother Nature owns far more than worldly goods.

I wish that kids who play in streets could see the wondrous sight . . .

Of Sunsets as they slowly fade from gold to grey at night . ..

And hear the soothing melody that sighs through friendly trees . . .

To bring to man and bird and beast a blessing on the breeze.

For youngsters would be better off, if they could know the charm . ..

Which casts its spell on all who spend a summer on the farm.

AS LONG AS THERE ARE HOMES

As long as there are homes to which men turn at close of day, As long as there are homes where children are, where women stay, If love and loyalty and faith be found across those sills,

A stricken nation can recover from its gravest ills.

As long as there are homes where fires bu m and there is bread,

As long as there are homes where lamps are lit and prayers are said,

Although a people falter through the dark, and nations grOpe, With GOD HIMSELF, back of these little homes, we still can hope.

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