We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men… In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks. The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.
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Now landed on some spangled shore
Awhile each dazled maniac roves
By saphire lakes, thro’ em’rald groves,
Paternal acres please no more;
Adieu the simple, the sincere delight —
Th’ habitual scene of hill and dale,
The rural herds, the vernal gale,
The tangled vetch’s purple bloom,
The fragrance of the bean’s perfume
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William Shenstone | Rural Elegance