The Joy of a Letter: A Poem

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tion among many philanthropists of Utah has already begun to manifest itself in this direction, and we may reasonably believe, and certainly hope, that the Church School system of the Latterday Saints will in time become one of the beneficiaries of men who recognize a church and public duty in the distribution of their estates. It would be difl[icult to estimate the enormous wealth which education has created, and the recipients of that wealth may reasonably feel a sacred obligation to perpetuate the educational opportunities and advantages that are doing so much for the happiness and civilization of man.

THE JOY OF A LETTER.

"The odor of pine trees blow spicily over, The brooklet below me goes singing along, Across it, beyond, are the cows in the clover, And I o'er a letter am singing my song.

"Letter, my letter, you're better, far better Than gold-dust or jewels or sweet-scented wood. Ah, yes; it is true that I prize you, my letter, My letter that cheers me as nothing else could.

"For here do I read, and believe it most truly. There is love, there is faith in a great heart for me; And therefore my own heart is growing unruly, And therefore the world is o'er-glorious to see.

"Then blow, spicy odors, around and above me, And brooklet below me, sing loud and sing strong, For here do I read that a great heart does love me, And out of my soul bursts the joy of a song."