God Never Made An Ugly Landscape. All

I Never Saw A Discontented Tree.

The Moon Is Looking Down Into The Canyon, And How Marvelously The Great Rocks Kindle To Her Light! Every Dome, And Brow, And Swelling Boss Touched By Her White Rays, Glows As If Lighted With Snow.

God Has Cared For These Trees, Saved Them From Drought, Disease, Avalanches, And A Thousand Tempests And Floods. But He Cannot Save Them From Fools.

How Infinitely Superior To Our Physical Senses Are Those Of The Mind!

I Ran Home In The Moonlight With Firm Strides; For The Sun-love Made Me Strong.