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How fortunate are we, blessed with a memory! It is God's gift to all / in high estate and small. A storehouse for the keeping of beauty / we've been reaping from life's fields, along the way, hour by hour / and day by day. Oh Eyes! let nothing pass. The dew-kissed morning / grass is a very lovely sight. Then there are stars at night; and a / little child at play is a twinkling star for day! Oh Ears! drink in / the sounds with which this world abounds. Not music only, no, not / this alone. For what more lovely than the throbbing tone of human / voice that blends tenderly with voice of friends? Oh Soul! garner / most zealously each quiet joy, each ecstasy, each sound, each touch, / each sight, whate'er has given delight. Then when the summer days of / life draw to a close, from Memory's fair garden -- we can pluck a rose.