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When Nature Hangs New Pictures
As I sit beside my window
Buried deep in troubled thought,
The beauty spread before me
Brings the comfort I have sought.
For up along the hill-top
Where pines are darkest green,
A single drop of color
In a scarlet tree is seen.
Oh, Who can doubt that God above
His vigilance has kept,
Who caused the very hills to glow
With color, while we slept.
A token of His handiwork
Is seen in every tree,
When Nature hangs new pictures
For all the world to see.
Florence C. Cowles
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
-- Kahlil Gibran
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Put orange peels in the garbage disposal to clean the blades and freshen the smell.
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