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It Is Only When We Are Aware Of The Earth And Of The Earth As Poetry That We Truly Live.

The Leaves Fall, The Wind Blows, And The Farm Country Slowly Changes From The Summer Cottons Into Its Winter Woods.

The Adventure Of The Sun Is The Great Natural Drama By Which We Live, And Not To Have Joy In It And Awe Of It, Not To Share In It, Is To Close A Dull Door On Nature's Sustaining And Poetic Spirit.

Learn To Reverence Night And To Put Away The Vulgar Fear Of It, For, With The Banishment Of Night From The Experience Of Man, There Vanishes As Well A Religious Emotion, A Poetic Mood, Which Gives Depth To The Adventure Of Humanity.

We Of The Age Of The Machines, Having Delivered Ourselves Of Nocturnal Enemies, Now Have A Dislike Of Night Itself. With Lights And Ever More Lights, We Drive The Holiness And Beauty Of Night Back To The Forests And The Sea.