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t it At THE TUFT 0F FLOWERS I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew was gone that made his blade so keen Before I came to view the levelled scene. I looked for him behind an isle of trees; I listened for his whetstone on the breeze. But he had gone his way, the grass all moon. And I must be. as he had been, â€" alone, “As all must he," I said within my heart, "Whether they work together or apart.” But as I said it, swift there passed the by On noiseless wing a bewildered butterfly, Seeking with memories grown dim o'er night Some resting flower of yesterday's delight. And once I marked his flight go round and round, As where some flower lay withering on the ground. And then he flew as far as eye could see, And then on tremulous wing came back to me. I thought of questions that have no reply, And would have turned [0 toss the grass to dry: But he turned first, and led my eye to look At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook, A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared Beside a reedy brook the scythe had hated. I left my place to know them by their name, Finding them butterfly weed when I came. The mower in the dew had loved them thus. Leaving them to flourish. not for us, Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him. But from sheer morning gladness at the brim, The butterfly and I had Iit uponl Nevertheless. a message from the dawn, That made me hear the wakening birds around. And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground. And feel a spirit kindred to my own: So that henceforth I worked no more alone: But glad with him, I worked as with his aid, And weary. sought at neon with him the shade; And dreaming, as it were. held brotherly speech \h’ith one whose thought i had not hoped to reach. "Men work together," I told him from the heart. "Whether they work together or apart." Robert Frost * * * "When the going gets tough. the tough get going,” John Diefenbaker. it ‘k * 12 t . 'k it THE WALK He walked through the woods and saw the merging of the tall trunks in the green distance,â€" the undergrowth of mottled green, with sunlight and shadow. and flowers starting ’ here and there on the mottled ground; he looked along the green distance and up towards the greenly-laden curving boughs of the tall trees; and down a slope. as he walked onward down the sloping ground, ‘he saw in among the green, broken. the blue shimmering of lakeâ€"water. â€"W. W, E. l-' ir * it ‘THE SAWS WERE SHRIEKING' The saws were shrieking and cutting into the clean white wood of the spruce logs or the tinted hemlock that smells as sweet-â€" or stronger pine, the white and the red. A whirling saw received the logs; the sound was ominous and shrill, rising above the duller roaring of the mill's machinery. From the revolving of the saw came slices of clear wood. newly sawn, white pine and red, or spruce and hemlock. the sweet spruce, and the sweet hemlock. â€"\V. W. E, R- ir * 'k "I think it_ is a good thing to be connected “ any organization whose chief object is for} mutual improvement of our homes and famlllt“ Mrs. James Gardiner, first Presid: of Kemble Women's Instltu * * * HOME AND COUNTRV