I Only Went Out For A Walk

What A Psalm The Storm Was Singing, And How Fresh The Smell Of The Washed Earth And Leaves, And How Sweet The Still Small Voices Of The Storm!

Man Is Always And Everywhere A Blight On The Landscape.

Do Behold The King In His Glory, King Sequoia. Behold! Behold! Seems All I Can Say.... Well May I Fast, Not From Bread But From Business, Bookmaking, Duty Doing & Other Trifles.... I’m In The Woods Woods Woods, & They Are In Mee-ee-ee.... I Wish I Were Wilder & So Bless Sequoia I Will Be.

One Should Go To The Woods For Safety, If For Nothing Else.

A Little Pure Wildness Is The One Great Present Want, Both Of Men And Sheep.