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    Sun falls soft on blades of grass

    and we pass 

    our days with little thought

    of the eternal great beyond. 

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    O DWELLER in the valley, lift thine eyes

    To where, above the drift of cloud, the stone

    Endures in silence, and to God alone

    Upturns its furrowed visage, and is wise.

    There yet is being, far from all that dies,

    And beauty where no mortal maketh moan,

    Where larger planets swim the liquid zone,

    And wider spaces stretch to calmer skies.

    Only a little way above the plain

    Is snow eternal.

    Round the mountain's knees

    Hovers the fury of the wind and rain.

    Look up, and teach thy noble heart to cease

    From endless labour. There is perfect peace

    Only a little way above thy pain.

    George Santayana