That becoming
nakedness, at least, may adorn the chubby darling of the poorest
home.--T.W. HIGGINSON.
Our old mother nature has pleasant and cheery tones enough for us when
she comes in her dress of blue and gold over the eastern hill-tops;
but when she follows us upstairs to our beds in her suit of black
velvet and diamonds, every creak of her sandals and every whisper of
her lips is full of mystery and fear.--HOLMES.
Nature ever faithful is
To such as trust her faithfulness.
--EMERSON.
What profusion is there in His work! When trees blossom there is not a
single breastpin, but a whole bosom full of gems; and of leaves they
have so many suits that they can throw them away to the winds all
summer long. What unnumbered cathedrals has He reared in the forest
shades, vast and grand, full of curious carvings, and haunted evermore
by tremulous music; and in the heavens above, how do stars seem to
have flown out of His hand faster than sparks out of a mighty forge!
--BEECHER.
Nature is God's Old Testament.--THEODORE PARKER.
To him who in the love of nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
--BRYANT.
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