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The kindliest thing God ever made, / His hand of very healing laid / Upon a fevered world, is shade.
His glorious company of trees / Throw out their mantles, and on these / The dust-stained wanderer finds ease.
Green temples, closed against the beat / Of noontime's blinding glare and heat, / Open to any pilgrim's feet.
The white road blisters in the sun; / Now, half the weary journey done, / Enter and rest, Oh weary one!
And feel the dew of dawn still wet / Beneath thy feet, and so forget / The burning highway's ache and fret.
This is God's hospitality, / And whoso rests beneath a tree / Hath cause to thank Him gratefully.