I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets. It has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful. Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and benumbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; the winds will blow their own freshness, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves. Leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes - I am happy.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love people, but Nature more.
Have a great pleasure time!
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