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If All The Skies Were Sunshine Our Faces Would Be Fain To Feel Once More Upon Them The Cooling Splash Of Rain. If All The World Were Music, Our Hearts Would Often Long For One Sweet Strain Of Silence, To Break The Endless Song If Life Were Always Merry, Our Souls Would Seek Relief, And Rest From Weary Laughter In The Quiet Arms Of Grief.

Be Grateful For The Tiny Details Of Your Life And Make Room For Unexpected And Beautiful Blessings.

The Storm Is Ended! The Impartial Sunlaughs Down Upon The Battle Lost And Won,and Crowns The Triumph Of The Cloudy Hostin Rolling Lines Retreating To The Coast.

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

Every Country-or At Least Every Country That Is Fit For Habitation-has Its Own Rivers; And Every River Has Its Own Quality; And It Is The Part Of Wisdom To Know And Love As Many As You Can, Seeing Each In The Fairest Possible Light, And Receiving From Each The Best That It Has To Give.