

EVEN SPROUTLANDS INCREDIBLY FAIR 

 '■. . . In certain places, standing on their snowiest side, the woods were incredibly fair, white as alabaster. Indeed, 

 the voung pines reminded vou of the purest statuary, and the stately, full-grown ones, towering around, aflfected you as 

 if vou stood in a Titanic sculptor's studio. . . . How new all things seem I ... It is like the beginning of the world. 

 . . . The world is not only new to the eye, but is still as at creation. Every blade and leaf is hushed, not a bird or 

 insect is heard. . . . (Jan. 20) ... Such is beauty ever, neither here nor there, now nor then, neither in Rome nor 

 in Athens, but wherever there is a soul to admire. If I seek her elsewhere because I do not find her at home, my search 

 will be a fruitless one. {Jan. 21) ... I would be as clean as ye, O Woods." \Di-c. 20)— TiiOREAU 



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