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Rich fields of beauty 'neath the sun are yours and mine, our / heritage. And there is work for every one; and lasting joy's the / living wage. There is a field of lovely sights, where eyes may / glean, if they but go; may garner such intense delights as only / Beauty-lovers know. There is a field of haunting sounds for ears to / glean if they desire: some simple phrases which may yield the music / of a heart-strung lyre. There is a field of precious thought where / eager minds may daily stray; where blossoms rare are never bought, / but grow for all to bear away. And there is yet another field, the / field of Service, far-flung, wide; the beauty that this land can / yield, above all else is glorified. To be a reaper, I must try, in / fields that Life has sown for me. My sheaves of beauty will I tie / with silken threads of memory.