God might have made the earth bring forth
The ore within the mountain mine The clouds might give abundant rain, Then, wherefore, wherefore are they made, Springing in valleys green and low, Our outward life requires them not, To comfort man, to whisper hope
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Elsa
1/25/2019 09:42:06 pm
Lovely poem and gorgeous companion photos!
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JanetLee
1/25/2019 09:54:12 pm
Beautiful and very serene. Thank you for sharing this.
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Veleria
1/26/2019 03:59:08 pm
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It makes me so happy that these posts bring you joy! 😊
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AuthorI am a passionate gardener and seed-saver, who also enjoys playing the violin and accordion, running, spending time with my 4 golden retrievers, keeping chickens, photography, and reading. Archives
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