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.

Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,When our mother Nature laughs around;When even the deep blue heavens look glad,And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?

To him who in the love of Nature holdsCommunion with her visible forms, she speaksA various language.

And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.