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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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