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Edgar Guest - Mother Nature
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GOOD, kindly Mother Nature plays
No favorites, but smiles for all
Who care to tread her pleasant ways
And listen to the song birds` call.
The tulips and the violets grow
For all the world to gaze upon;
With beauty are the hills aglow
Not for a few, but everyone.

Her grass grows green for rich and poor,
For proud and humble, high and low; 
Beside the toiler`s cottage door
Her morning glories sweetly grow. 
In palace or in tenement
Her sunbeams just as gayly dance; 
No special charm to one is sent,
No favored few possess her glance.

Her skies are blue for one and all,
Her flowers for every mortal bloom; 
Her rains upon all creatures fall,
For all the world is her perfume. 
The rich man gets no sweeter smile
Than does the ragged barefoot boy; 
Yes, all who live and love the while,
May Mother Nature`s charms enjoy.

Ah, what a lesson we may learn
From kindly Mother Nature`s ways! 
A smiling face we seldom turn
To strangers, when we meet their gaze. 
A kindly word we seldom speak
Except unto a favored few, 
And some return we often seek
For every kindly deed we do.
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