'She \^Nature'\ spawneth men as mallows fresh, 

 Hero and maiden, flesh of her flesh; 

 She drugs her water and her wheat 

 With the flavors she finds meet. 

 And gives them what to drink and eat; 

 And having thus their bread and growth. 

 They do her bidding, nothing loath." 



— Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature II. 



