Nature is a setting
that fits equally well a comic or a mourn-
ing piece. In goood health, the air is a cor-
dial of incredible virtue. Crossing a bare
c, in snow puddles, at twilight,
under a clouded sky, without having in
my thoughts any occurrence of special
good , I have enjoyed a perfect
exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of
fear. In the woods too, a casts off his
years, as the snake his slough, and at
what period soever of life, is always a
child. In the woods, is perpetual youth.
Within these plantations , a deco
rum and sanctity reign, a perennial festi-
val is dressed, and the guest sees not how
he tire of them in a thousand
years. In the woods, we return to reason
and faith.
