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Rh "O, GLORIOUS SABBATH SUN"

MOTTO FOR A TREE-PLANTING

JANET

That November

When the new November child

On this old world woke and smiled.

Here's a woman,

Sweet and human,

And they call her Janet, now—

I can't make it out, I vow.