Henry David Thoreau

“ The journeying summer creeps from south to north
With wearied feet, resting in many a vale;
Its length cloth tire the seasons to o'ercome,
Its widening breadth doth make the sea?breeze pause
And spend its breath against the mountain's side:
Still serene Summer paints the southern fields,
While the stern Winter reigns on northern hills. ”

“ Th' industrious Swiss, the fickle, sanguine Gaul,
And manly Saxon, leading all the rest.
All things invite this earth's inhabitants
To rear their lives to an unheard-of height,
And meet the expectation of the land ”