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| In the Bosom of Nature Kenneth A. Elliott Out of the city, the traffic, the noise Into the bosom of Nature, all poised. Without the glare of lights and smells One comes into contact with the power of spells. In the silence of night with stars so bright, With the constellations of Bears at their height, Then the warming Sun at dawn bespeaks Of Nature�s power to energize the weak. In Nature�s bosom her power surges To kindle the soul; its shadows it purges. With trees and river and flowers galore, With clouds and birds, the soul does soar. East Hawkesbury, Ontario February 17, 2001 |
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