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If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or
burst forth with the sound of an earthquake and not in
silence, what wonder and expectation there would be
in all the hearts to behold the miraculous change.
burst forth with the sound of an earthquake and not in
silence, what wonder and expectation there would be
in all the hearts to behold the miraculous change.
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Discovering this idyllic place, we find ourselves filled with a
yearning to linger here, where time stands still and beauty
overwhelms.
yearning to linger here, where time stands still and beauty
overwhelms.
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Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under
trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water,
or watching the clouds float across the sky is by no means
a waste of time.
trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water,
or watching the clouds float across the sky is by no means
a waste of time.
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Some of nature's most exquisite handiwork is on a miniature
scale, as anyone knows who has applied a magnifying glass
to a snowflake.
scale, as anyone knows who has applied a magnifying glass
to a snowflake.
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There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains
of nature - the assurance that dawn comes after night, and
spring after the winter.
of nature - the assurance that dawn comes after night, and
spring after the winter.
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When I bought my farm, I did not know what a bargain I had in the
bluebirds, daffodils and thrushes; as little did I know what
sublime mornings and sunsets I was buying.
bluebirds, daffodils and thrushes; as little did I know what
sublime mornings and sunsets I was buying.
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God is the friend of silence. Trees, flowers, grass grow in
silence. See the stars, moon, and sun, how they move
in silence.
silence. See the stars, moon, and sun, how they move
in silence.
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Never lose an opportunity to see anything that is beautiful.
It is God's handwriting - a wayside sacrament. Welcome
it in every fair face, every fair sky, every fair flower.
It is God's handwriting - a wayside sacrament. Welcome
it in every fair face, every fair sky, every fair flower.
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Be like the bird, who halting in his flight on limb too slight,
feels it give way beneath him, yet sings knowing he
hath wings.
feels it give way beneath him, yet sings knowing he
hath wings.
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