In The Order Of Nature We May

It Is Reported Of Margaret Fuller That She Said She Accepted The Universe. "gad, She'd Better!" Retorted Carlyle. Carlyle Himself Did Not Accept The Universe In A Very Whole-hearted Manner. Looking Up At The Midnight Stars, He Exclaimed: "a Sad Spectacle! If They Be Inhabited, What A Scope For Misery And Folly; If They Be Not Inhabited, What A Waste Of Space!"

I Think Rain Is As Necessary To The Mind As To Vegetation. My Very Thoughts Become Thirsty, And Crave The Moisture.

The Atmosphere Of Our Time Is Fast Being Cleared Of The Fumes And Deadly Gases That Arose During The Carboniferous Age Of Theology.

In Winter The Stars Seem To Have Rekindled Their Fires, The Moon Achieves A Fuller Triumph, And The Heavens Wear A Look Of A More Exalted Simplicity.

Every Walk To The Woods Is A Religious Rite, Every Bath In The Stream Is A Saving Ordinance. Communion Service Is At All Hours, And The Bread And Wine Are From The Heart And Marrow Of Mother Earth. There Are No Heretics In Nature's Church; All Are Believers, All Are Communicants. The Beauty Of Natural Religion Is That You Have It All The Time; You Do Not Have To Seek It Afar Off In Myths And Legends, In Catacombs, In Garbled Texts, In Miracles Of Dead Saints Or Wine-bibbing Friars. It Is Of Today; It Is Now And Here; It Is Everywhere.