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By GLENN A. DUNCAN. B. S. MED. '21
~3 look Into a deptb of blue,
^be few clouds tbere are trimmed In gold.
Cbfc day bolds beauties In tbe view
^b"I In a life could ne'er grow old,
^b« pretty brooklets run along,
Reflecting IHeavenward tbe light.
"3Vnd mingle ripples wltb tbe song
Of joy tbal tbrllls me at tbe slgbt.
$?et "3fe wbo stays tbe Vnlverse
T\ni> lends to stature all b^r grace
"Z<\nd cbarms untold In art or verse
<5ave greater beauty to your face:
Tor brlgbtness of tbe fairest day,
Obfc Tfteaven, every land and Isle
3Je blended In a balo gay.
"3s not so sunny as your smile;
T&nb if tb* beds of crystal brooks
'Were deeper tban reflected skies.
'Gb'fcy could not matcb tbe deptbs of looks
ytor purity wltbln your eyes.