a　wise　spirit。　The　flowers；　the　animals；　the　mountains；　reflected　the　wisdom　of　his　best　hour；　as　much　as　they　had　delighted　the　simplicity　of　his　childhood。　When　we　speak　of　nature　in　this　manner；　we　have　a　distinct　but　most　poetical3　sense　in　the　mind。　We　mean　the　integrity　of　impression　made　by　manifold　natural　objects。　It　is　this　which　distinguishes　the　stick　of　timber　of　the　wood…cutter；　from　the　tree　of　the　poet。　The　charming　landscape　which　I　saw　this　morning；　is　indubitably　made　up　of　some　twenty　or　thirty　farms。　Miller　owns　this　field；　Locke　that；　and　Manning　the　woodland　beyond。　But　none　of　them　owns　the　landscape4。　There　is　a　property　in　the　horizon　which　no　man　has　but　he　whose　eye　can　integrate　all　the　parts；　that　is；　the　poet。　This　is　the　best　part　of　these　men’s　farms；　yet　to　this　their　warranty…deeds　give　no　title。　To　speak　truly；　few　adult　persons　can　see　nature。　Most　persons　do　not　see　the　sun。　At　least　they　have　a　very　superficial　seeing。　The　sun　illuminates5　only　the　eye　of　the　man；　but　shines　into　the　eye　and　the　heart　of　the　child。　The　lover　of　nature　is　he　whose　inward　and　outward　senses　are　still　truly　adjusted　to　each　other；　who　has　retained　the　spirit　of　infancy　even　into　the　era　of　manhood。　His　intercourse　with　heaven　and　earth；　bees　part　of　his　daily　food。　In　the　presence　of　nature；　a　wild　delight　runs　through　the　man；　in　spite　of　real　sorrows。　Nature　says；　he　is　my　creature；　and　maugre　all　his　impertinent　griefs；　he　shall　be　glad　with　me。　Not　the