Towards democracy
386 Towards Democracy
Matches somehow and interprets the whole of Nature
How from shoulder to foot of mountain and man alike the lines of grace run on;
How, as the Greeks dreamed, in rock and rill divinest human forms lie shrined, or in the wild woods lurk embosomed ;
And how at length and only in the loving union and uncoveredness of Man with Nature may either know or understand the other.
In a ScotcH-Fir Woon
N a Scotch-fir woodWhere the great rays of the low sun glanced through the trees, in open beauty under the shaggy green, Lighting stem behind stem in lofty strength interminable : And the wild sweet air ran lightly by, with warm scent of pine-needlesI heard a yoice saying:
© Man, when wilt thou come fit comrade of such trees, fair mate and crown of such a scene?
Poor pigmy, botched in clothes, feet coffined in boots, braced, stitched and starched,
Too feeble, alas! too mean, undignified, to be endured—
Go hence, and in the centuries come again!