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Show THE FOREST "Ye who pass by and would raise your hand against me, harken ere you harm me. I am the heat of your hearth on a cold winter night; the friendly shade screening you from the summer sun, and my fruits are refreshing draughts quenching your thirst as your journey on. I am the beam that holds your house, the board of your table,- the bed on which you lie, and the timber that builds your boat. I am the handle of your hoe, the door of your homestead, the wood of your cradle, and the shell of your coffin. I am the bread of kindness and the flower of beauty. Ye who pass by, listen to my prayer and harm me not." |