Wilderness Is A Necessity... There Must Be

The Sun Shines Not On Us But In Us.

I Must Return To The Mountains-to Yosemite. I Am Told That The Winter Storms There Will Not Be Easily Borne, But I Am Bewitched, Enchanted, And Tomorrow I Must Start For The Great Temple To Listen To The Winter Songs And Sermons Preached And Sung Only There.

What A Psalm The Storm Was Singing, And How Fresh The Smell Of The Washed Earth And Leaves, And How Sweet The Still Small Voices Of The Storm!

We Live With Our Heels As Well As Head And Most Of Our Pleasure Comes In That Way.

Come To The Woods, For Here Is Rest. There Is No Repose Like That Of The Green Deep Woods.