For us the winds do blow; The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow; Nothing we see but means our good, As our delight or as our treasure. The whole is either our cupboard of food, Or cabinet of pleasure. The stars have us to bed; Night draws...
Essays, Lectures and Orations - Page 228
by Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1848 - 364 pages
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