Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight.

Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.

The groves were God's first temples.

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.