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STRAY BIRDS 30 ", for what do you wait?"

"To salute the sun for whom I must make way."

31 trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.

32 own mornings are new surprises to God.

33 finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.

34 dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past. [14]