O how canst thou renounce the boundless store <br />Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! <br />The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, <br />The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; <br />All that the genial ray of morning gilds, <br />And all that echoes to the song of even, <br />All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, <br />And all the dread magnificence of heaven, <br />O how canst thou renounce and hope to be forgiven!<br /><br />James Beattie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-139/
