KINSHIP
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BY MAUDE TOWNSHEND MALTBY

[Written for the Maltby Association.]

The little creatures of the wild --
Every one -- God calls His child.
And yet instills in each small mind
His age-old law of kind with kind.

Who knows but that the sturdy oak.
Though beech surrounded, feels a yoke
Of closer kinship with a tree which wears
In distant words the leaves it bears?

So as from pine to pine tree tall
Greetings breathe the world around,
Let us send forth the rally call
"Love to our kin wherever found!"