Reading and thinking too. Have you ever heard of ref wilda emerson? What do you know about him? Read the text adapted from nature and find out his points of view. Nature adapted from nature by ralf waldo emerson. Ralf waldo emmerson, eight o three to eighty eighty two, who was born and lived most of his life in massachusetts. USA was a famous poet and essays. To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chAmber is from society. I am not solitary while i'll read and right though nobody is with me. But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The race 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 heavy bodies the eternal presence of magnificent, 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 in the door and preserve for many generations, the remembrance of the glory which had been shown? But every night come out, these representatives of beauty and like the universe with their smile, the stars awake in a certain law, because they'll always present, they are inaccessible. But all natural l objects make a similar impression when the mind is open to their influence. Nature never wears a mean appearance. Neither does the wiseman obtain her secret and lose his curiosity by finding out all her perfection. Nature never became a toy to a wide 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 made by many different natural objects. IT is this, which distinguishes the log of the woodcutter from the tree of the poet to speak. Truly, few adults can see nature. Most people do not see the sun. At least they have a very superficial singing. The Sunny 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 adJusting to each other, who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood. In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man in spite of real sorrows, not the sun or the summer alone, but every hour in season brings the light for every hour in change brings a different state of the mind from breadless noon to grimier midnight. In good health, the air is a medicine of incredible stroling across a bear common in snow puddles add twilight under a cloudy sky without having, in my thoughts, any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect delight. I'm glad to the edge of fear in the woods too. A man cast off his years as the snake is scanned. And at what period? Soever of life is always a child in the woods is eternal youth in the woods. We return to reason in faith. There, I feel that nothing bad can happen to me in life. No disGrace, no disaster, which nature cannot repair. Standing on the background, my head based by the happy air and lifted up into infinite space, all of my shallow egotism fades away. I become a transparent I ball. I am nothing. I see all. I am the lover of uncontained any mortal beauty in the wilderness. I'll find something dir than in streets or villages, in the peaceful landscape, and especially in the distant line of the horizon. Man, see something as beautiful as his own nature. The greatest delight which the fields and woods give me is the suggestion of a magical relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They not to me and I to them. The waving of the branches in the storm is new to me, and old IT takes me by surprise and yet is not unknown. It's effect is like that of a higher thought or a Better emotion coming over me when l deem I was thinking justly. Y you're doing right yet. IT is certain that the power to produce this delight does not exist in nature, but in man or in a harmony of both. IT is necessary to use these pleasures with great temperance, for nature does not always wear holiday clothes, but the same scene which yesterday breathe perfume is filled with the lemon ity. Today, nature always wears the colors of the spirit to a man laboring under a burden. The heat of his own fire has sadness in IT. Then there is a kind of contempt of the landscape felt by him who is just lost by death. Dear friend, the sky is less grand as IT shuts down over less worth than the population.