Live Close to Nature.
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In endless coils of custom, empty! vain!
A seed of folly bearing sheaves of pain.
Seek thou no more
The world's false lore,
But read this mighty volume writ for thee
In royal characters on the impassioned sea,
A seed of folly bearing sheaves of pain.
Seek thou no more
The world's false lore,
But read this mighty volume writ for thee
In royal characters on the impassioned sea,
On snow-capped mountains parleying with the sun,
On dappled meadows where quick shadows run,
On palmy isles in living azure set,
On the moist bosom of a violet,
Look
Where a brook
Slips into dimpled rest in some lagoon,
And smiles a sleepy silver smile unto the moon.
On dappled meadows where quick shadows run,
On palmy isles in living azure set,
On the moist bosom of a violet,
Look
Where a brook
Slips into dimpled rest in some lagoon,
And smiles a sleepy silver smile unto the moon.
Or linger where the moss is softly spread
In quiet dells, the green towers overhead
Agog with secrets, rumours of a breeze
Of buds unsheathing, nesting mysteries,
And poised as light
As Saturn's might
A harebell swinging on its slender stem,
Think on these revelations, deeply ponder them
In quiet dells, the green towers overhead
Agog with secrets, rumours of a breeze
Of buds unsheathing, nesting mysteries,
And poised as light
As Saturn's might
A harebell swinging on its slender stem,
Think on these revelations, deeply ponder them
