If You Think You Can Do It,

The Life Of Nature We Must Meet Halfway; It Is Shy, Withdrawn, And Blends Itself With A Vast Neutral Background. We Must Be Initiated; It Is An Order The Secrets Of Which Are Well Guarded.

The Rocks Have A History; Gray And Weatherworn, They Are Veterans Of Many Battles; They Have Most Of Them Marched In The Ranks Of Vast Stone Brigades During The Ice Age; They Have Been Torn From The Hills, Recruited From The Mountaintops, And Marshaled On The Plains And In The Valleys; And Now The Elemental War Is Over, There They Lie Waging A Gentle But Incessant Warfare With Time And Slowly, Oh, So Slowly, Yielding To Its Attacks!

The Longer I Live, The More My Mind Dwells Upon The Beauty And The Wonder Of The World.

Nothing Relieves And Ventilates The Mind Like A Resolution.

In What Bold Relief Stand Out The Lives Of All Walkers Of The Snow! The Snow Is A Great Tell-tale, And Blabs As Effectually As It Obliterates. I Go Into The Woods, And Know All That Has Happened. I Cross The Fields, And If Only A Mouse Has Visited His Neighbor, The Fact Is Chronicled.