Quote #29
Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.
More from William Cullen Bryant
- To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.
- The hills, Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.
- 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…
- Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.
- The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above.
- All that tread, The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
- And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
- So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chambe…