Wildness Is My Suiting Scene.

He Could Not Die When The Trees Were Green, For He Loved The Time Too Well.

In Mid-wood Silence, Thus, How Sweet To Be; Where All The Noises, That On Peace Intrude, Come From The Chittering Cricket, Bird, And Bee, Whose Songs Have Charms To Sweeten Solitude.

Love Lives With Nature, Not With Lust. Go Find Her In The Flowers.

I Long For Scenes Where Man Has Never Trod;... There To Abide With My Creator, God.

The Best Way To Avoid A Bad Action Is By Doing A Good One, For There Is No Difficulty In The World Like That Of Trying To Do Nothing.