The Forests Of America, However Slighted By

There Is That In The Glance Of A Flower Which May At Times Control The Greatest Of Creation's Braggart Lords.

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

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

Divine Love Is The Sublime Boss Of The Universe.

I Wandered Away On A Glorious Botanical And Geological Excursion, Which Has Lasted Nearly Fifty Years And Is Not Yet Completed, Always Happy And Free, Poor And Rich, Without Thought Of A Diploma Or Of Making A Name, Urged On And On Through Endless, Inspiring Godful Beauty.