“With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.”
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That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
