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The Peace of Wild Things
~ Wendell Berry When despair for the world grows in me And I wake in the night at the least sound In fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake, And great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things Who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the peace of still water, And I feel above me the day-long stars, Waiting with their light. For a time, I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. 
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