If thou art worn and hard beset with sorrows
that thou wouldst forget,
If thou would read a lesson that would keep thy heart from fainting
and thy soul from sleep
Go to the Woods and Hills!
Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.
Sunrise on the Hills–H.W. Longfellow (of course)
Also: Go to the beach, Dear Ladies, go to the beach!
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