Come To The Woods, For Here Is

We All Flow From One Fountain- Soul. All Are Expressions Of One Love. God Does Not Appear, And Flow Out, Only From Narrow Chinks And Round Bored Wells Here And There In Favored Races And Places, But He Flows In Grand Undivided Currents, Shoreless And Boundless Over Creeds And Forms And All Kinds Of Civilizations And Peoples And Beasts, Saturating All And Fountainizing All.

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

Wander A Whole Summer If You Can. Time Will Not Be Taken From The Sum Of Life. Instead Of Shortening, It Will Definitely Lengthen It And Make You Truly Immortal.

A Little Pure Wildness Is The One Great Present Want, Both Of Men And Sheep.

The Mountains Are Fountains Not Only Of Rivers And Fertile Soil, But Of Men.