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A morning prayer : " God bless these chunks of wood that the children sit on around the school room stove when the winds are bold and the morning is cold ; and bless the cotagon frame of the eight - day clock that ticks away the pastoral peace in sturdy faith for a week without falter . And bless the tripods of the brass microscope with which all go afield to laud and magnify the veins of the wintergreen's rug- ged leaves and the mayower's fragile beauty . We thank thee for the warm winds that dissolved the crusted ice on Bear Lake so we cau walk again by its wooded shores ; for the playground where Marlene is swinging the baseball bat in waist - high circles as she watches the yellow airplane fly over the green roof of the red school . Such scenes as these , O Lord , multiply and perpetuate . " - This morning with the red riots of Bogota still in the front page headlines and the family across the street looking for another roof to set their beds under , and the folks on the other corner forced to vacate because the owner is coming back from Florida , it is altogether natural that we should ask where is anchorage and what is security . I can remember that as al child several times we packed our earthy belongings and moved , and aml 1 knew the minor heartbreak of being torn asunder from rooms yards I loved . And this morning I was thinking of little Glen Fischer , rive years old , born to open his eyes on a great farm with thousands of evergreens rising on the still hillsides that rise away from the pas- ture lane bridge over the woodland creek that runs on forever , a farm that his grandfather lived on before him and where he still lives and temis his bees , a farm where Glen's father was born and went up the pasture line to the little school on the hill and where he still rills in his youthful prime , a farm where little Glen can grow up and live for seventy years of rural peace and contentment while outside in the cities the turmoil of the world goes by . There are towns where the mil whist es blow and people come out with fat pay envelopes , and their money evaporates quickly so that at the end of the month and at the end of the year they are no farther ahead than a year ago . In fact many are worse off , for the more money they receive and live up . the more demanding becomes their seule of living and extravagance . And when a depression comes how far they must fall . In the Ince of is bipated prosperity which nery suddenly totter , in the Lice of In-
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