The groves were God's first temples.
To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.
Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.
Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.
Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson.
The birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art.