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"Since that day till now our life is one unbroken paradise. We / live a true brotherly life. Every evening after supper we take / a seat under the mighty oak and sing our songs. " -- Extract from / a letter of a Russian refugee in Texas.
Twilight is here, soft breezes bow the grass, / Day's sounds of various toil break slowly off, / The yoke-freed oxen low, the patient ass / Dips his dry nostril in the cool, deep trough. / Up from the prairie the tanned herdsmen pass / With frothy pails, guiding with voices rough / Their udder-lightened kine. Fresh smells of earth, / The rich, black furrows of the glebe send forth.