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Rh Teach me, Father, how to be

Kind and patient as a tree.

Joyfully the crickets croon

Under shady oak at noon;

Beetle, on his mission bent,

Tarries in that cooling tent.

Let me, also, cheer a spot,

Hidden field or garden grot—

Place where passing souls can rest

On the way and be their best. 14