Live Close to Nature.
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And falters, when thou can'st not think of God,
Think on the dear familiar earth His Mediator trod.
Think on the dear familiar earth His Mediator trod.
For thy poor heart was never meant to roam
In such cold altitudes, this is its home
Till, as a chrysalis bursts from its sheath
And wins its wings, thou shalt some day through death
Rise
With franchise
To larger spheres, but now for sanity
Live close to Nature. She was made for thee
In such cold altitudes, this is its home
Till, as a chrysalis bursts from its sheath
And wins its wings, thou shalt some day through death
Rise
With franchise
To larger spheres, but now for sanity
Live close to Nature. She was made for thee
And fits thy needs. Bethink thee, with the curse
Humanity was given this tender nurse,
This bountiful great mother-heart that knows
Of healing, in whose ample veins there flows
Triumphant still
The Omnipotent will
That woke creation, and with vital force
Renews the springs of being ever at their source.
Humanity was given this tender nurse,
This bountiful great mother-heart that knows
Of healing, in whose ample veins there flows
Triumphant still
The Omnipotent will
That woke creation, and with vital force
Renews the springs of being ever at their source.
Leave thou thy cities and their devious ways,
That do but sear thy thought and warp thy days
That do but sear thy thought and warp thy days
