 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.  Select Essays and Poems - Page 83by Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1808 - 120 pagesFull view - About this book
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 | Henry David Thoreau - 1980 - 628 pages
...touched him with its light. ***** Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth,-his hall the azure dome; Where his clear spirit leads...road, By God's own light illumined and foreshowed." Emerson. WHEN we awoke this morning, we heard the faint deliberate and ominous sound of rain drops... | |
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