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Nature is too thin a screen; the glory of the omnipresent God bursts through everywhere
Nature is too thin a screen; the glory of the omnipresent God bursts through everywhere
The bluebird carries the sky on his back.
The bluebird carries the sky on his back.
You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology read more
You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, read more
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Of all things visible, the highest is the heaven of the fixed stars.
Of all things visible, the highest is the heaven of the fixed stars.
Whenever man comes up with a better mousetrap, nature immediately comes up with a better mouse.
Whenever man comes up with a better mousetrap, nature immediately comes up with a better mouse.
We cannot command nature except by obeying her.
We cannot command nature except by obeying her.
All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain withi its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, read more
All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain withi its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened pines; Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope, A scene beloved of bees; Silence of water above a sunken tree: The pure serene of memory of one man,-- A ripple widening from a single stone Winding around the waters of the world.
Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his read more
Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection
of nature. Were the world now as it was the sixth day, there
were yet a chaos. Nature hath made one world, and art another.
In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of
God.