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6
Nature the Healer
Once more this solitary place I seekTo soothe a heart disturbed by care and sorrow;
From Nature's face and voice once more to borrow
The comfort which the Master bids her speak.
No trouble taints the white and red which streak
Her blossoms, all oblivious of to-morrow:
Her careless birds rebuke the frequent furrow
Stampt on man's anxious brow and altering cheek.
What healing thoughts they whisper, these wild roses,
With their sweet breath and calm contented look;
These birds, with their fine trills and falls and closes,
Spread their own gladness through this sunny nook;
And once again my solaced heart reposes
On Heavenly lessons culled from Nature's book.
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