None Of Nature's Landscapes Are

Society Speaks And All Men Listen, Mountains Speak And Wise Men Listen

In God's Wildness Lies The Hope Of The World-the Great Fresh Unblighted, Unredeemed Wilderness. The Galling Harness Of Civilization Drops Off, And Wounds Heal Ere We Are Aware.

There Is A Love Of Wild Nature In Everybody, An Ancient Mother-love Showing Itself Whether Recognized Or No, And However Covered By Cares And Duties

I Always Enjoyed The Hearty Society Of A Snowstorm.

Who Publishes The Sheet-music Of The Winds Or The Music Of Water Written In River-lines?