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To Lady Barb,
With many thanks.
The Human Touch
by Spencer Michael Free
'Tis the human touch in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine;
For shelter is gone when the night is o'er,
And bread lasts only a day,
But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
Sing on the soul alway.
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Beautiful Things
by Ellen P. Allerton
Beautiful faces are those that wear ---
It matters little if dark or fair ---
Whole-souled honesty printed there.Beautiful eyes are those that show,
Like crystal panes where hearth fires glow,
Beautiful thoughts that burn below.Beautiful lips are those whose words
Leap from the heart like songs of birds,
Yet whose utterance prudence girds.Beautiful hands are those that do
Work that is earnest and brave and true,
Moment by moment the whole day through.Beautiful feet are those that go
On kindly ministries to and fro ---
Down lowliest ways, if God wills so.Beautiful shoulders are those that bear
Ceaseless burdens of homely care
With patient grace and daily prayer.Beautiful lives are those that bless ---
Silent rivers of happiness
Whose hidden fountains but few may guess.