Tuesday, July 21

'When man in the bush with God may meet'

I am going to my own hearth-stone,
Bosomed in yon green hills alone,-
A secret nook in a pleasant land,
Whose groves the frolic fairies planned;
Where arches green, the livelong day,
Echo the blackbird’s roundelay,
And vulgar feet have never trod
A spot that is sacred to thought and God.

O, when I am safe in my sylvan home,
I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;
And when I am stretched beneath the pines,
Where the evening star so holy shines,
I laugh at the lore and the pride of man,
At the sophist schools and the learned clan;
For what are they all, in their high conceit,
When man in the bush with God many meet.

Quoted from Ralph Waldo Emerson’s poem, ‘Good-Bye'
.. Photo Location : (1) Sight from Roopkund, Himalaya
(2) Garhwal Stone Hut...

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