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where the best friend of man are the great trees.
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In the silence of the empty night, 

in the absence of all lights, 

here comes creeping the feeling upon me;

to be back in the mountains with my family

breathing its cool and fresh air,

gazing at the blue sky-

pristine and so fair-

where the moon can be felt so near

that dispels darkness so clear,

where the best friend of man are the great trees

and in this night, that great Heaven I miss.