From The Birmingham Age Herald, June 23, 1915.
His heart dwells in fair country lanes,
The pleasant rural places,
Where days go by as in a dream
And no one ever races
In maddened quest of fame and wealth,
Unmoved by love or pity,
And tramples weaker brothers down,
As folks do in the city.
His heart dwells in the peaceful realm
Of meadow, hill and dale,
Where smoky billows never stain
The cloud-ships as they sail,
And where there’s much that’s more worth while
Than worldly place and power,
And something of God’s plan is taught
By every wayside flower.
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