I The heart of Nature soothes the heart of man,
If with his heart he looks into her eyes.
A place of leaves, wide air, and sunny skies,
Will soothe him more than even woman can. II We cry, and Nature answers us in time;
With both hands gives us what we ask and prize;
A lily pure and pale to glad our eyes,
A spotted toad from out the ooze and slime.