O Nature! there is something in thy face, That seems to be the emblem of the grace, Of all the world; and thus mine eye and heart Are led to fall in love with every part.

The sun that sets, the moon that rises high, The dew-drops glist’ning, from the grass awry, The flowers that bloom, the leaves that fall like rain, In nature’s arms, I find the beauty’s gain.

• William Hazlitt