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Show Prayer of the Trea. Upon a tree in Portugal a traveler read this appeal : Ye who pass by and would raise your hand against me, barken ere you harm me. I am the heat of your hearth on the cold winter nights. The friendly shade screening yon from the summer sun. And my fruits are refreshing drafts, quenching your thirst as you Journey on. I am the beam that holds your house, the board of your table, the bed you lie on, the timber that builds your boat. I am the handle of your boe, your door, the wood of your cradle and coffin. Ye wX.o pass me by listen to mj prayer; Harm m not I |