"The only palliative is to keep the clean sea breeze of the centuries blowing through our minds, and this can be done only by reading old books."

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When Spring unlocks the flowers To paint the laughing soil; When summer's balmy breezes Refresh the mower's toil; When winter holds in frosty chains The fallow and the flood; In God the earth rejoices still, And owns her Maker good.

— Reginald Heber