Make friends with the shy things of the woods, the 

 winged creatures of air, the sun and the rain, and 

 there is no poverty that can reach you, no world 

 weariness which will not be effaced. The birds bring 

 their sorrows to you and you forget your own ; they 

 bring you their joy and brim your heart with song. 



The flowers know you for their sweetheart, the 

 bees buzz fraternally about you, even the wasps let 

 you share the secrets of their households, saving 

 their stings for their enemies. 



The twilight restores all your childhood's dreams, 

 the moon gilds your present hopes, and the seasons 

 take you by the hand, leading so gently along the 

 pathway of the years that there is no age to fear, 

 only a vista opening ever wider to the clearer eye, 

 the keener ear, the vibrant heart. 



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