Near Nature's Heart; A Volume of Verse

by Crawford Jackson

I feel her throbs of heart in earth and sky,

And loving leads to knowing.

Henceforth, of all the wines of gods and men,

To me give Nature’s nectar;

Of all the feeble songs of tongue and pen

From every dull director—

Oh give me Nature’s rich and ripest lore,

Her palaces and poses;

Her peaceful ways and rest, her fullest store

Of pure Pierian roses.