Golden Hours
by Pearl E. Gaston (age 12)
I believe the sweetest hours
In my whole entire life
Come not with pomp and blare
But gently come with pleasures
That cannot be bought or sold —
A ramble in the orchard,
A walk amid the trees,
A stroll in the green meadow,
A run beneath the breeze.
It is these sweet, dear pleasures
And many, many more
And they cannot be bought or sold
But freely bestowed by God.
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