Here it is:
A choirboy's voice, a ship in sail, an opening flower, a town at night, the song of the blackbird, a lovely poem, leaf shadows, a child's grace, the starry skies, a cathedral, apple trees in spring, a throughbred horse, sheep-bells on a hill, a rippling stream, a butterfly, the crescent moon--the thousand sights or sounds or words that keep the human spirit from death by drought. They are a stealing and silent refreshment
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