Who Loves

550 IMPROVEMENT ERA (Tune: "Auld Lang Syne''/ We're glad this week has come around. For boys like you and me Are closer drawn, and ties made dear, That not forgot shall be. So here's my hand, my friend, my pal, My heart you've filled with cheer; Let's make each day a time like this, Throughout the livelong year. Taps Day is done, gone the sun, From the lake, from the hills, from the sky. All is well, safely rest, God is nigh. Who Loves Who loves the sky — The glorious sky at sunset — Who loves its hue of rose; Who loves the clouds, The deep'ning purple shadows, As even-time doth close: Who loves the birds The golden-throated songsters And those of plaintive cry; Who hears the song That floats from yonder cottage— A mother's lullaby: Who loves the wind, And hears its sighing solace; Who loves the pure white snow; Who loves the stars That light God's kindly heaven And guide us here below: Who loves the hills That whisper strength and courage. And hears the murmuring brooks; Who loves the trees, The shrubs, the grass and flowers, And moss in shady nooks: Who loves these all, In treading o'er life's pathway, O blithely shall he go! Who loves these all, And loves and lives for others, Shall naught of sorrow know! Tucson, Arizona Bergeta Jesperson