‘Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs 
No school of long experience, that the world 
fs full of guilt and misery, and hast seen 
Enough of all its sorrows, crimes, and cares 
To tire thee of it, enter this wild wood 
And view the Haunts of Nature. The calm shade 
Shall bring a kindred calm, and the sweet breeze 
That makes the green leaves dance shall waft a balm 
To thy sick heart. Thou wilt find nothing here 
Of all that pained thee in the haunts of men 
And made thee loathe thy life.” 
BRYANT. 
