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the judge does not dismis his case  why the preacher does not

dismiss his congregation!  It is because they do not obey the hint

which God gives them; nor accept the pardon which he freely offers

to all。

    〃A return to goodness produced each day in the tranquil and

beneficent breath of the morning; causes that in respect to the love

of virtue and the hatred of vice; one approaches a little the

primitive nature of man; as the sprouts of the forest which has been

felled。  In like manner the evil which one does in the interval of a

day prevents the germs of virtues which began to spring up again

from developing themselves and destroys them。

    〃After the germs of virtue have thus been prevented many times

from developing themselves; then the beneficent breath of evening

does not suffice to preserve them。  As soon as the breath of evening

does not suffice longer to preserve them; then the nature of man

does not differ much from that of the brute。  Men seeing the nature

of this man like that of the brute; think that he has never

possessed the innate faculty of reason。  Are those the true and

natural sentiments of man?〃



   〃The Golden Age was first created; which without any avenger

    Spontaneously without law cherished fidelity and rectitude。

    Punishment and fear were not; nor were threatening words read

    On suspended brass; nor did the suppliant crowd fear

    The words of their judge; but were safe without an avenger。

    Not yet the pine felled on its mountains had descended

    To the liquid waves that it might see a foreign world;

    And mortals knew no shores but their own。

                           。 。 。 。 。 。 。

    There was eternal spring; and placid zephyrs with warm

    Blasts soothed the flowers born without seed。〃



    On the 29th of April; as I was fishing from the bank of the

river near the Nine…Acre…Corner bridge; standing on the quaking

grass and willow roots; where the muskrats lurk; I heard a singular

rattling sound; somewhat like that of the sticks which boys play

with their fingers; when; looking up; I observed a very slight and

graceful hawk; like a nighthawk; alternately soaring like a ripple

and tumbling a rod or two over and over; showing the under side of

its wings; which gleamed like a satin ribbon in the sun; or like the

pearly inside of a shell。  This sight reminded me of falconry and

what nobleness and poetry are associated with that sport。  The

Merlin it seemed to me it might be called: but I care not for its

name。  It was the most ethereal flight I had ever witnessed。  It did

not simply flutter like a butterfly; nor soar like the larger hawks;

but it sported with proud reliance in the fields of air; mounting

again and again with its strange chuckle; it repeated its free and

beautiful fall; turning over and over like a kite; and then

recovering from its lofty tumbling; as if it had never set its foot

on terra firma。  It appeared to have no companion in the universe 

sporting there alone  and to need none but the morning and the

ether with which it played。  It was not lonely; but made all the

earth lonely beneath it。  Where was the parent which hatched it; its

kindred; and its father in the heavens?  The tenant of the air; it

seemed related to the earth but by an egg hatched some time in the

crevice of a crag;  or was its native nest made in the angle of a

cloud; woven of the rainbow's trimmings and the sunset sky; and

lined with some soft midsummer haze caught up from earth?  Its eyry

now some cliffy cloud。

    Beside this I got a rare mess of golden and silver and bright

cupreous fishes; which looked like a string of jewels。  Ah! I have

penetrated to those meadows on the morning of many a first spring

day; jumping from hummock to hummock; from willow root to willow

root; when the wild river valley and the woods were bathed in so

pure and bright a light as would have waked the dead; if they had

been slumbering in their graves; as some suppose。  There needs no

stronger proof of immortality。  All things must live in such a

light。  O Death; where was thy sting?  O Grave; where was thy

victory; then?

    Our village life would stagnate if it were not for the

unexplored forests and meadows which surround it。  We need the tonic

of wildness  to wade sometimes in marshes where the bittern and

the meadow…hen lurk; and hear the booming of the snipe; to smell the

whispering sedge where only some wilder and more solitary fowl

builds her nest; and the mink crawls with its belly close to the

ground。  At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn

all things; we require that all things be mysterious and

unexplorable; that land and sea be infinitely wild; unsurveyed and

unfathomed by us because unfathomable。  We can never have enough of

nature。  We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor;

vast and titanic features; the sea…coast with its wrecks; the

wilderness with its living and its decaying trees; the

thunder…cloud; and the rain which lasts three weeks and produces

freshets。  We need to witness our own limits transgressed; and some

life pasturing freely where we never wander。  We are cheered when we

observe the vulture feeding on the carrion which disgusts and

disheartens us; and deriving health and strength from the repast。

There was a dead horse in the hollow by the path to my house; which

compelled me sometimes to go out of my way; especially in the night

when the air was heavy; but the assurance it gave me of the strong

appetite and inviolable health of Nature was my compensation for

this。  I love to see that Nature is so rife with life that myriads

can be afforded to be sacrificed and suffered to prey on one

another; that tender organizations can be so serenely squashed out

of existence like pulp  tadpoles which herons gobble up; and

tortoises and toads run over in the road; and that sometimes it has

rained flesh and blood!  With the liability to accident; we must see

how little account is to be made of it。  The impression made on a

wise man is that of universal innocence。  Poison is not poisonous

after all; nor are any wounds fatal。  Compassion is a very untenable

ground。  It must be expeditious。  Its pleadings will not bear to be

stereotyped。

    Early in May; the oaks; hickories; maples; and other trees; just

putting out amidst the pine woods around the pond; imparted a

brightness like sunshine to the landscape; especially in cloudy

days; as if the sun were breaking through mists and shining faintly

on the hillsides here and there。  On the third or fourth of May I

saw a loon in the pond; and during the first week of the month I

heard the whip…poor…will; the brown thrasher; the veery; the wood

pewee; the chewink; and other birds。  I had heard the wood thrush

long before。  The phoebe had already come once more and looked in at

my door and window; to see if my house was cavern…like enough for

her; sustaining herself on humming wings with clinched talons; as if

she held by the air; while she surveyed the premises。  The

sulphur…like pollen of the pitch pine soon covered the pond and the

stones and rotten wood along the shore; so that you could have

collected a barrelful。  This is the 〃sulphur showers〃 we bear of。

Even in Calidas' drama of Sacontala; we read of 〃rills dyed yellow

with the golden dust of the lotus。〃  And so the seasons went rolling

on into summer; as one rambles into higher and higher grass。

    Thus was my first year's life in the woods completed; and the

second year was similar to it。  I finally left Walden September 6th;

1847。






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