There are days which occur in this climate, at almost any season of the year, wherein the world reaches its perfection, when the air, the heavenly bodies, and the earth, make a harmony, as if nature would indulge her offspring; when, in these bleak upper sides of the planet, nothing is to desire that we have heard of the happiest latitudes, and we bask in the shining hours of Florida and Cuba; when everything that has life gives sign of satisfaction, and the cattle that lie on the ground seem to have great and tranquil thoughts.
In his essay “Nature”, Ralph Waldo Emerson is of the view that nature and the beauty of nature can only be understood by a man when he is in solitude.
It is only in solitude that a man realizes the significance of nature because he is far away from the hustled life he is accustomed to live since childhood.
Emerson in his essay “Nature” creates a common ground metaphorically and in an abstract sense speaks to each and every man.
The stems of pines, hemlocks, and oaks, almost gleam like iron on the excited eye.
The incommunicable trees begin to persuade us to live with them, and quit our life of solemn trifles.
A holiday, a villeggiatura, a royal revel, the proudest, most heart-rejoicing festival that valor and beauty, power and taste, ever decked and enjoyed, establishes itself on the instant. I can no longer live without elegance: but a countryman shall be my master of revels.
These sunset clouds, these delicately emerging stars, with their private and ineffable glances, signify it and proffer it. He who knows the most, he who knows what sweets and virtues are in the ground, the waters, the plants, the heavens, and how to come at these enchantments, is the rich and royal man.
We come to our own, and make friends with matter, which the ambitious chatter of the schools would persuade us to despise.
We never can part with it; the mind loves its old home: as water to our thirst, so is the rock, the ground, to our eyes, and hands, and feet.