“Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; 
and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, is but a 
succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their 
progress.” —DICKENS. 
“ Art sick? art sad? art angry with the world ? 
Do all friends fail thee? Why, then, give thyself 
Unto the forest and the ambrosial fields: 
Commerce with them and the eternal sky. 
Despair not, fellow! He who casts himself 
On Nature’s fair full bosom, and draws food, 
Drinks from a fountain that is never dry. 
The Poet haunts there; Youth that ne’er grows old 
Dwells with her and her flowers; and Beauty sleeps 
In her most green recesses, to be found 
By all who seek her truly.” 
Barry CoRNWALL. 
‘There is a gentler element, and man 
May breathe it with a calm unruffled soul, 
And drink its living waters till the heart 
Is pure. And this is human happiness! 
Its secret and its evidence are writ 
In the broad book of Nature. ’Tis to have 
Attentive and believing faculties ; 
To go abroad rejoicing. in the joy 
Of beautiful and well-created things; 
To love the voice of waters and the sheen 
Of silver fountains leaping to the sea; 
To thrill with the rich melody of birds 
Living their life of music; to be glad 
In the gay sunshine, reverent in the storm; 
To see a beauty in the stirring leaf 
And find calm thoughts beneath the whispering trees, 
To see, and hear, and breathe the evidence 
Of God’s deep wisdom in the Natural world.” 
WILIs. 
