To them:—What is, is; and what is, is to remain unchanged forever.
To learn the lesson, to equip and grade thy purging fire;
Go forth to some unfrequented spot
And reason with thyself, comparing notes with Nature.
See it. Feel it. Hear it.
The all-prevailing, pervading, constant, ever changing. From Winter’s silence, breathing, sighing, sleeping, creeping on to Spring with sap, with shoot, with bud and flower, hour on hour playing, plying gentleness and power for Summer’s rest to temper strength for birth in Autumn, with crowning brilliancy and rich rewards untaxed to bird, to beast, to insect and to man, gift on gift for full contentment, sustenance and labor.
From this you will accumulate a store so full,
That every thought’s a prayer;
The simplest acts of things are miracles—
The whole a revelation,