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Riverside |
The river breathes a blessing On a spirit crushed and sore, That heals and soothes and comforts And renews its hope once more. -- Myrtie Seaverns |
Those who contemplate the beauty around them will find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. -- Rachel Carson |
I've often wondered why it is that my troubles disappear at the water's edge; why, at the riverside, my problems drift away like children's soap bubbles, to a destination unknown and far removed from my shoulders, where they had so recently resided. -- Regina Whitney Price |
I am absorbed by the wonder of the earth and the life upon it. -- Pearl S. Buck |
To the mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders. -- Lao Tzu |
There is nothing in all creation so like God as stillness. -- Meister Eckhart |
I am longing for the meadows of the world. I would seek and find some flower-strewn meadow resting near a river's edge; there to walk and rest my tired heart, my troubled mind. Breathing the clean air, bathed in the sun's clear light, I would be healed and cleansed of the dust of years. Meadows were made for healing, for release - I would walk them through and find their gift of peace. -- Grace Crowell |
The fundamental things of earth never change, it matters not the age; Willows by a river's edge, a summer morning and the smell of sage, A sturdy cottage on a village street, a church door open to the passer-by, A mother leading home a tired child, a blue star glowing in a twilight sky. -- Edna Jaques |
I do not treasure man-made things, objects owned by wealthy men and kings; The earthly gifts which money buys are made for fools and not the wise. Give me mountains, lakes and streams, great works of God, to fill my dreams; Grass of green, sky of blue, the shining sun - there let me dwell till life is done. And, one day, when life's book shall close, I'll be content with what I chose. -- Anton Stoffle |
Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, With a bobolink for a chorister and willows for a dome. God preaches - a noted clergyman - and the sermon is never long, So, instead of getting to Heaven at last, I'm going all along. -- Emily Dickinson |
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