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ATURE is what we see,

The Hill, the Afternoon—

Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee,

Nay—Nature is Heaven.

Nature is what we hear,

The Bobolink, the Sea—

Thunder, the Cricket—

Nay,—Nature is Harmony.

Nature is what we know

But have no art to say,

So impotent our wisdom is

To Her simplicity.