It Is A Vast Wilderness Of Rocks

It Is A Fine Thing To See People In Hot Earnest About Anything.

As Age Comes On, One Source Of Enjoyment After Another Is Closed, But Nature's Sources Never Fail. Like A Generous Host, She Offers Her Brimming Cups In Endless Variety, Served In A Grand Hall, The Sky Its Ceiling, The Mountains Its Walls, Decorated With Glorious Paintings And Enlivened With Bands Of Music Ever Playing.

...therefore All Childish Fear Must Be Put Away.

Earth Has No Sorrow That Earth Can Not Heal.

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