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NatureChapter I from Nature, published as part of Nature;
Addresses and Lectures

To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society. I am
not solitary whilst I read and write, though nobody is with me. But if a man would be alone,
let him look at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate
between him and what he touches. One might think the atmosphere was made transparent
with this design, to give man, in the heavenly bodies, the perpetual presence of the sublime.
Seen in the streets of cities, how great they are! If the stars should appear one night in a
thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations theremembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out theseenvoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.

The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible;
but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence.
Nature never wears a mean appearance. Neither does the wisest man extort her secret, andlose his curiosity by finding out all her perfection. Nature never became a toy to a wise spirit.
The flowers, the animals, the mountains, reflected the wisdom of his best hour, as much as
they had delighted the simplicity of his childhood. When we speak of nature in this manner,
we have a distinct but most poetical sense in the mind. We mean the integrity of impression

Nature - Ralph Waldo Emerson

made by manifold natural objects. It is this which distinguishes the stick of timber of thewood-cutter, from the tree of the poet. The charming landscape which I saw this morning, isindubitably made up of some twenty or thirty farms. Miller owns this field, Locke that, andManning the woodland beyond. But none of them owns the landscape. There is a property
in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all the parts, that is, thepoet. This is the best part of these men's farms, yet to this their warranty-deeds give no title.
To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature. Most persons do not see the sun. At least
they have a very superficial seeing. The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines
into the eye and the heart of the child. The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward
senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into
the era of manhood. His intercourse with heaven and earth, becomes part of his daily food.
In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows.
Nature says, — he is my creature, and maugre all his impertinent griefs, he shall be glad withme. Not the sun or the summer alone, but every hour and season yields its tribute of delight;
for every hour and change corresponds to and authorizes a different state of the mind, frombreathless noon to grimmest midnight. Nature is a setting that fits equally well a comic or amourning piece. In good health, the air is a cordial of incredible virtue. Crossing a barecommon, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts
any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad tothe brink of fear. In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at
what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth. Within theseplantations of God, a decorum and sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed, and theguest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years. In the woods, we return toreason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, — no disgrace, no calamity,(leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground, — my headbathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, — all mean egotism vanishes. I
become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being
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Nature - Ralph Waldo Emersonthen foreign and accidental: to be brothers, to be acquaintances, — master or servant, isthen a trifle and a disturbance. I am the lover of uncontained and immortal beauty. In thewilderness, I find something more dear and connate than in streets or villages. In thetranquil landscape, and especially in the distant line of the horizon, man beholds somewhat
as beautiful as his own nature.

The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister, is the suggestion of an occult
relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod tome, and I to them. The waving of the boughs in the storm, is new to me and old. It takes meby surprise, and yet is not unknown. Its effect is like that of a higher thought or a better
emotion coming over me, when I deemed I was thinking justly or doing right.

Yet it is certain that the power to produce this delight, does not reside in nature, but in man,or in a harmony of both. It is necessary to use these pleasures with great temperance. For,nature is not always tricked in holiday attire, but the same scene which yesterday breathedperfume and glittered as for the frolic of the nymphs, is overspread with melancholy today.
Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. To a man laboring under calamity, the heat of
his own fire hath sadness in it. Then, there is a kind of contempt of the landscape felt by him
who has just lost by death a dear friend. The sky is less grand as it shuts down over lessworth in the population.

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