The Burning Bush

“Go, sit upon the lofty hill,

And turn your eyes around,

Where waving woods and waters wild

Do hymn an autumn sound.

The summer sun is faint on them—

The summer flowers depart—

Sit still— as all transform’d to stone,

Except your musing heart.”

- Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Robin in the Burning Bush

"Scatter seeds of kindness everywhere you go; Scatter bits of courtesy-watch them grow and grow. Gather buds of friendship, keep them till full-blown; You will find more happiness than you have ever known." 

- Amy R. Raabe

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