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Poem May 21, 1955 Issue

SELF-FORGETFULNESS

Walter Brenzikofer

In distant wood
The hermit thrush
Pours forth his song
At evening's hush.

He does not pause
For pride or applause
To urge him on.

Should we not too
In selfless vein
Resound God's praise
In joyous strain?

Walter Brenzikofer

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