To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.

Wild was the day; the wintry sea Moaned sadly on New England's strand, When first the thoughtful and the free, Our fathers, trod the desert land.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above.

Wit and wisdom are born with a man.

To a great experience one thing is essential - an experiencing nature.

Here on this ring of grass we have sat together, bound by the tremendous power of some inner compulsion. The trees wave, the clouds pass. The time approaches w…