" Who loves nature ? Who does not ? Is it only poets and men of cultivation, 

 who live with her ? No ; but also hunters, farmers and grooms and butchers, 

 though they express their affection in their choice of life and not in their choice 

 of words. The writer wonders what the coachman or the hunter values in riding, 

 in horses and dogs. It is not superficial qualities. When you talli with him he 

 holds these at as slight a rate as you. His worship is sympathetic ; he has no 

 definitions, but he is commanded in nature by the living power which he feels to 

 be there present. No imitation or playing of these things would content him ; 

 he loves the earnest of the north-wind, of rain, of stone, and wood, and iron. 

 . ... It is nature the symbol .... which he worships, with coarse but sincere 

 rites." — Emerson, The Poet. 



