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TREES

By Ivy F. Smytheman, P&patoetoe (Original) A tree points ever to the sky— And so would I. The storm-winds lash it thro' the years, The rain-clouds drench it with their tears; « It bows, but stands again triumphantly— So would I be. A tree holds out its arms benign— As I would mine. It offers haven, shade and rest To human being, bird and beast; It lives to give: for that alone it grew— So would I do. Lord, in my life make me to be Like to a tree That thro' nil tempests firmly stands, And ever holds out kindly hands To all who seek for aid and refuge there This is my prayer!

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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXI, Issue 21716, 3 February 1934, Page 4 (Supplement)

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TREES New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXI, Issue 21716, 3 February 1934, Page 4 (Supplement)

TREES New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXI, Issue 21716, 3 February 1934, Page 4 (Supplement)