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O hasten, hasten through the dark under the dim reminding stars to find again what is small, tender, beloved, the hope and mercy of this world at the mercy of this world in the darkest dark, the longest night.

Loving the forest, you enter it to walk and watch. As you observe its manifold and comely life, it enters familiarly into imagination, and so into sympathy. By sympathy the mind in the forest is made at home.

“The mockingbird sings his praises of his mate or of himself. In his joy he knows no difference... Love teaches him to fail, at this best of times, to know whose song it is, hers or his.”