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Reva Jensen 1221 South Speed Street Santa Maria, California HONORABLE MENTION PERSONAL RECOLLECTION piain-- As we marched up the steps-no one could escape it-Few understood the depth of its truth, But the message, the sermon has echoed long--One little seed made a generation strong. How can we think of Manti and the days of our youth Without listening to voices - who taught us the truth? All my life in my memory lane These voices repeat some age-old refrain. I hear dear Brother Reed (yes, Edgar T. ) Saying over and over in English Three: "Build thee more stately mansions, Oh My soul, as the swift seasons roll-Leave thy low-vaulted past. Let each new temple nobler than the last Shut thee from Heaven with a dome more vast.. "Till thou art free. . leaving thine out-grown shell By life' s unresting sea. " A quiet voice like a harp's melody Said, "Beauty is a gift for you and me. No one can corner it or keep it alone. It is not reserved for a queen on a throne. For if you would have beauty, be beautiful within, Think beautiful thoughts, care not for sin. " And the lights went on in Myrtle Farnsworth' s soul 7n |
