Read full article The rounded world is fair to see, Nine times folded in mystery: Though baffled seers cannot impart The secret of its laboring heart, Throb thine with Nature's throbbing breast, And all is clear from east to west.
We have crept out of our close and crowded houses into the night and morning, and we see what majestic beauties daily wrap us in their bosom.
How willingly we would escape the barriers which render them comparatively impotent, escape the sophistication and second thought, and suffer nature to intrance us.
We come to our own, and make friends with matter, which the ambitious chatter of the schools would persuade us to despise.
We never can part with it; the mind loves its old home: as water to our thirst, so is the rock, the ground, to our eyes, and hands, and feet.
A holiday, a villeggiatura, a royal revel, the proudest, most heart-rejoicing festival that valor and beauty, power and taste, ever decked and enjoyed, establishes itself on the instant. I can no longer live without elegance: but a countryman shall be my master of revels.
These sunset clouds, these delicately emerging stars, with their private and ineffable glances, signify it and proffer it. He who knows the most, he who knows what sweets and virtues are in the ground, the waters, the plants, the heavens, and how to come at these enchantments, is the rich and royal man.It is only in solitude that a man realizes the significance of nature because he is far away from the hustled life he is accustomed to live since childhood.Emerson in his essay “Nature” creates a common ground metaphorically and in an abstract sense speaks to each and every man.Here is sanctity which shames our religions, and reality which discredits our heroes.Here we find nature to be the circumstance which dwarfs every other circumstance, and judges like a god all men that come to her.The stems of pines, hemlocks, and oaks, almost gleam like iron on the excited eye.The incommunicable trees begin to persuade us to live with them, and quit our life of solemn trifles.The tempered light of the woods is like a perpetual morning, and is stimulating and heroic.The anciently reported spells of these places creep on us.These enchantments are medicinal, they sober and heal us.These are plain pleasures, kindly and native to us.