The teachers college quarterly [serial] . and echothe beautiful sentiment of John Burroughs: I have loved to feel the grass under my feet and the running streams bymy side. The hum of the wind in the tree tops has always been music tome, and the face of the fields has often comforted me more than the faces ofmen. I am in love with this world because by my constitution I have nestledlovingly in it. It has been home. It has been my point of lookout into theuniverse. I have not bruised myself against it, nor tried to use it have tilled the soil; I have gathered its harvests. I have wait
The teachers college quarterly [serial] . and echothe beautiful sentiment of John Burroughs: I have loved to feel the grass under my feet and the running streams bymy side. The hum of the wind in the tree tops has always been music tome, and the face of the fields has often comforted me more than the faces ofmen. I am in love with this world because by my constitution I have nestledlovingly in it. It has been home. It has been my point of lookout into theuniverse. I have not bruised myself against it, nor tried to use it have tilled the soil; I have gathered its harvests. I have waited upon itsseasons, and have always reaped what I have sown. While I delved I did notlose sight of the sky overhead. While I gathered bread and meat for mybody, I did not neglect to gather its bread and meat for my soul. I haveclimbed its mountains, roamed its forests, felt the sting of its frosts, theoppression of its heats, the drench of its rains, the fury of its winds, andalways have beauty and joy waited upon my goings and
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