Time Does Not Become Sacred

The Rocks Are Not So Close Akin To Us As The Soil; They Are One More Remove From Us; But They Lie Back Of All, And Are The Final Source Of All. ... Time, Geologic Time, Looks Out At Us From The Rocks As From No Other Objects In The Landscape.

Now Is The Time Of The Illuminated Woods ... When Every Leaf Glows Like A Tiny Lamp.

To Find The Universal Elements Enough; To Find The Air And The Water Exhilarating; To Be Refreshed By A Morning Walk Or An Evening Saunter... To Be Thrilled By The Stars At Night; To Be Elated Over A Bird's Nest Or A Wildflower In Spring - These Are Some Of The Rewards Of The Simple Life.

Oh, Spring Is Surely Coming, Her Couriers Fill The Air; Each Morn Are New Arrivals, Each Night Her Ways Prepare; I Scent Her Fragrant Garments, Her Foot Is On The Stair.

The Atmosphere Of Our Time Is Fast Being Cleared Of The Fumes And Deadly Gases That Arose During The Carboniferous Age Of Theology.