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Poem September 13, 1947 Issue

GIVING

Dorothy Davis Armstrong

Inexhaustible our substance
Springs from the eternal fount:
No depletion binds reflection.
Is there need to mete and count?

Open doors and open hands are
Best prepared to best receive.
Let us not withhold the talent;
More there is than we conceive.

Dorothy Davis Armstrong

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