So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.


The Writings of Henry David Thoreau (ed. 1894)


So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.

So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.

So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.

So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.