It Is A Vast Wilderness Of Rocks

Come To The Woods, For Here Is Rest.

Yosemite Park Is A Place Of Rest, A Refuge From The Roar And Dust And Weary, Nervous, Wasting Work Of The Lowlands, In Which One Gains The Advantages Of Both Solitude And Society.

One May As Well Dam For Water Tanks The People's Cathedrals And Churches, For No Holier Temple Has Ever Been Consecrated By The Heart Of Man.

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

I Never Saw A Discontented Tree.