God grant that I may live upon this earth

And face the tasks which every morning brings,

And never lose the glory and the worth

Of humble service and the simple things.

  "The Common Touch" From a painting by Harvey Emrich. 

"The Common Touch" From a painting by Harvey Emrich.

Harvey Emrich

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[Pg 33]

MARJORIE

The house is as it was when she was here;

There's nothing changed at all about the place;

The books she loved to read are waiting near

As if to-morrow they would see her face;

Her room remains the way it used to be,

Here are the puzzles that she pondered on:

Yet since the angels called for Marjorie

The joyous spirit of the home has gone.

All things grew lovely underneath her touch,

The room was bright because it knew her smile;

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