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Sweet Is The Hour Of Rest, Pleasant The Wind's Low Sigh, And The Gleaming Of The West, And The Turf Whereon We Lie.
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Sweet is the hour of rest, Pleasant the wind's low sigh, And the
gleaming of the west, And the turf whereon we lie.
-- Mrs. Hemans
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Under the yaller pines I house, When sunshine makes 'em all sweet-scented, An' hear among their furry boughs The baskin' west-wind purr contented.
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o reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor....
I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving
o reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it--but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor....
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