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This bright wood-fire. So like to that which warmed and lit. My youthful days - how doth it flit. Back on the periods nigher. Relighting and rewarming with its glow. The bright scenes of my youth - all gone out now.
Ellen Sturgis Hooper -
Man ... thinks of himself as a creator instead of a user, and this delusion is robbing him, not only of his natural heritage, but perhaps of his future.
Ellen Sturgis Hooper
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The earth rests, and remembers.
Ellen Sturgis Hooper -
The natural world is dynamic. From the expanding universe to the hair on a baby's head, nothing is the same from now to the next moment.
Ellen Sturgis Hooper -
I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty; I woke, and found that life was Duty. Was thy dream then a shadowy lie? Toil on, poor heart, unceasingly; And thou shalt find thy dream to be A truth and noonday light to thee.
Ellen Sturgis Hooper -
Weather is the indisputable ruler of the forest and every living thing in it.
Ellen Sturgis Hooper