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Spurgeon on Nature's Refreshment

"He who forgets the humming of the bees among the heather, the cooing of the wood-pigeons in the forest, the song of the birds in the woods, the rippling of rills among the rushes, and the sighing of the wind among the pines, needs not wonder if his heart forgets to sing and his soul grows heavy. A day's breathing of fresh air upon the hills, or a few hours' ramble in the beech woods' umbrageous calm, would sweep the cobwebs out of the brain of scores of our toiling ministers who are now but half alive. A mouthful of sea air, or a stiff walk in the wind's face, would not give grace to the soul, but it would yield oxygen to the body, which is the next best...The firs and the rabbits, the streams and the trouts, the fir trees and the squirrels, the primroses and the violets, the farm-yard, the new-mown hay, and the fragrant hops - these are the best medicine for hypochonriacs, the surest tonics for the declining, the best refreshments for the weary. For lack of opportunity, or inclination, these remedies are neglected, and the student becomes a self-immolated victim."

-Charles Spurgeon

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i misread it as "rippling of rifles," and thought...wow, that ruined the moment.

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