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and the wild flowers have opened their 

 hearts to him and lifted up their faces 

 for him to see. 



He has heard the low sweet whisper of 

 spring rising from the dank mould at the 

 touch of sunlight, and his heart has been 

 glad with the joy of bursting buds, and 

 opening leaves. 



He has seen the speckled eggs, and the 

 fledglings in the nest, and wondered at 

 the manifold life of bird, beast, and 

 plant. 



But best of all, this is his world, made 

 especially for him. The birds have sung 

 just for him and the flowers have bloomed 

 for his delight. 



Blackberries have ripened at the forest's 

 edge merely that he might pick them, 

 and the tall chestnut and walnut trees 

 have been mindful of him. 



How could he be other than happy in 



