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Will urban sprawl spread so far that most people lose all touch with nature? Will the day come when the read more
Will urban sprawl spread so far that most people lose all touch with nature? Will the day come when the only bird a typical American child ever sees is a canary in a pet shop window? When the only wild animal he knows is a rat - glimpsed on a night drive through some city slum? When the only tree he touches is the cleverly fabricated plastic evergreen that shades his gifts on Christmas morning?
I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.
I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.
Nature vicarye of the Almighty Lord.
Nature vicarye of the Almighty Lord.
Simplicity is natures first step, and the last of art.
Simplicity is natures first step, and the last of art.
Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms.
Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
The coconut trees, lithe and graceful, crowd the beach like a minuet of slender elderly virgins adopting flippant poses.
The coconut trees, lithe and graceful, crowd the beach like a minuet of slender elderly virgins adopting flippant poses.
Such is the nature of men, that howsoever they may acknowledge many others to be more witty, or more eloquent, read more
Such is the nature of men, that howsoever they may acknowledge many others to be more witty, or more eloquent, or more learned; yet they will hardly believe there be many so wise as themselves.
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill
And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove.