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The following is a poem by Laura Ingalls Wilder,

written to her daughter, Rose Wilder Lane:

My pictures hang in memory's hall,

Both pictures grave and pictures gay,

And some are great and some are small,

And some, alas, are sad and gray.

But as you go from day to day,

Painting your pictures one by one,

May brightness touch your brush alway

And shadows flee before the sun.

May steady hand be yours, that you

May blend their tints in harmony,

And pictures bright and brave and true

Hang on the walls of memory.

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