Go Quietly Alone, No Harm Will Befall

Another Glorious Day, The Air As Delicious To The Lungs As Nectar To The Tongue.

We All Flow From One Fountain.

If The Creator Were To Bestow A New Set Of Senses Upon Us, Or Slightly Remodel The Present Ones, Leaving All The Rest Of Nature Unchanged, We Should Never Doubt We Were In Another World, And So In Strict Reality We Should Be, Just As If All The World Besides Our Senses Were Changed.

I Wonder If Leaves Feel Lonely When They See Their Neighbors Falling?

The Moon Is Looking Down Into The Canyon, And How Marvelously The Great Rocks Kindle To Her Light! Every Dome, And Brow, And Swelling Boss Touched By Her White Rays, Glows As If Lighted With Snow.