THE BLISS OF OBEDIENCE

Into the mountain meadow steps the doe,Carefully testing the scents of summer air,Soon satisfied no unfriendly creatures knowThat she is there.

At the forest fringe her faithful fawn obeysThe wise command, "Wait here." Then at her signWhat happy leaping forth to play and grazeIn safe sunshine!

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July 20, 1963
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