As if our birth had at first sundered things, and we had been thrust up through into nature like a wedge, and not till the wound heals and the scar disappears, do we begin to discover where we are, and that nature is one and continuous everywhere.


A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849) - Friday


As if our birth had at first sundered things, and we had been thrust up through into nature like a wedge, and not till the wound heals and the scar...

As if our birth had at first sundered things, and we had been thrust up through into nature like a wedge, and not till the wound heals and the scar...

As if our birth had at first sundered things, and we had been thrust up through into nature like a wedge, and not till the wound heals and the scar...

As if our birth had at first sundered things, and we had been thrust up through into nature like a wedge, and not till the wound heals and the scar...