At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill
And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove.

A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.

A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.

The imagination of nature is far, far greater than the imagination of man.

The imagination of nature is far, far greater than the imagination of man.

Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.

Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.

The bluebird carries the sky on his back.

The bluebird carries the sky on his back.

All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.

All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.

We still do not know one thousandth of one percent of what nature has revealed to us.

We still do not know one thousandth of one percent of what nature has revealed to us.

Each is like a river that leaves behind its name and shape, the whole course of its path, to vanish read more

Each is like a river that leaves behind its name and shape, the whole course of its path, to vanish into the vast sea of God.

The landscape should belong to the people who see it all the time.

The landscape should belong to the people who see it all the time.