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  1. Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.
  2. Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.
  3. To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.
  4. All that tread, The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
  5. 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…
  6. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chambe…
  7. The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above.
  8. [Thanatopsis] was written in 1817, when Bryant was 23. Had he died then, the world would have thought it had lost a great poet. But he live…

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