“ The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at. ”
The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight.
~ William C. Bryant
The groves were God's first temples.
Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.
Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?
