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Poem April 21, 1928 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Love's Recompense

MARJORIE N. BUFFUM

I never smelt the woods so sweet,
I never saw the birds so fleet,
Until I stooped and washed the feet
Of a weary brother of mine.

I never saw the flowers so fair,
Nor such blue skies beyond compare,
Until I went to my brother there
And poured forth the oil and the wine.

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