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Hawthorne saw Emerson one August day, wandering in Sleepy Hollow near
Concord, and wrote, "He appeared to have had a pleasant time; for he said
there were Muses in the woods to-day and whispers to be heard in the
breezes." When Emerson was twenty-four years old, he wrote the following
lines, which show the new feeling of mystic companionship with nature:--
"These trees and stones are audible to me,
These idle flowers, that tremble in the wind,
I understand their faery syllables."
His verses make us feel how nature enriches human life, increases its joys,
and lessens its sorrows. What modern lover of nature has voiced a more
heartfelt, unaffected appreciation of her ministrations than may be found
in these lines from Emerson's _Musketaquid_?--
"All my hurts
My garden spade can heal. A woodland walk,
A quest of river grapes, a mocking thrush,
A wild rose or rock-loving columbine,
Salve my worst wounds."
From reading his best nature poem, _Woodnotes_, first published in The
Dial, an appreciative person may find it easy to become
"Lover of all things alive,
Wonderer at all he meets,"
to feel that in the presence of nature, every day is the best day of the
year, and possibly even to sing with Emerson of any spring or summer day:--
"'Twas one of the charmed days
When the genius of God doth flow;
The wind may alter twenty ways,
A tempest cannot blow;
It may blow north, it still is warm;
Or south, it still is clear;
Or east, it smells like a clover farm;
Or west, no thunder fear.
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