Earth Has No Sorrow That Earth Can

I Never Saw A Discontented Tree.

Eternal Sunrise, Eternal Sunset, Eternal Dawn And Gloaming, On Seas And Continents And Islands, Each In Its Turn, As The Round Earth Rolls.

Few Are Altogether Deaf To The Preaching Of Pine Trees. Their Sermons On The Mountains Go To Our Hearts; And If People In General Could Be Got Into The Woods, Even For Once, To Hear The Trees Speak For Themselves, All Difficulties In The Way Of Forest Preservation Would Vanish.

I...am Always Glad To Touch The Living Rock Again And Dip My Hand In The High Mountain Air.

Come To The Woods, For Here Is Rest.