Flowers Rejoice When Night Is Done, Lift

For Real Company And Friendship, There Is Nothing Outside The Animal Kingdom That Is Comparable To A River.

Flowers Rejoice When Night Is Done, Lift Their Heads To Greet The Sun; Sweetest Looks And Odours Raise, In A Silent Hymn Of Praise.

No Amount Of Energy Will Take The Place Of Thought. A Strenuous Life With Its Eyes Shut Is A Kind Of Wild Insanity.

These Are The Things I Prize And Hold Of Dearest Worth: Light Of The Sapphire Skies, Peace Of The Silent Hills, Shelter Of The Forests, Comfort Of The Grass, Music Of Birds, Murmur Of Little Rills, Shadows Of Cloud That Swiftly Pass, And, After Showers, The Smell Of Flowers And Of The Good Brown Earth,- And Best Of All, Along The Way, Friendship And Mirth.

A Peace That Depends On Fear Is Nothing But A Suppressed War.