Town And Country

    About the country they may talk who will,
        Who praise it ever to the town's despite.
    Let him extol the charms of wood and hill
        Who finds them peerless. None disputes his right.

    For me the town! Each well-worn footway old
        To me is dearer than your grass-grown lane.
    Not all who struggle here contend for gold;
        Green-growing things quit not the soul of pain.

    "God made the country." Ay, and God made man.
        Working through man His power He displays,
    And in the city's mazes His great plan
        Is writ as clear as in calm country ways.

Helen Leah Reed

Helen Leah Reed (1860-1926) was an American author and poet, renowned for her contributions to children's literature and her historical novels. She was an influential literary figure of her time, often remembered for her stories that blended education with entertainment. Reed's works reflected her deep knowledge and interest in history, making her a notable figure in early 20th-century American literature.

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