It is too plain to be denied.
. Look! are not the fields covered with a delightful
verdure? Is there not something in the woods and groves, in the
rivers and clear springs, that soothes, that delights, that
transports the soul? At the prospect of the wide and deep ocean,
or some huge mountain whose top is lost in the clouds, or of an
old gloomy forest, are not our minds filled with a pleasing
horror? Even in rocks and deserts is there not an agreeable
wildness? How sincere a pleasure is it to behold the natural
beauties of the earth! To preserve and renew our, relish for
them, is not the veil of night alternately drawn over her face,
and doth she not change her dress with the seasons? How aptly are
the elements disposed! What variety and use [in the meanest
productions of nature]![4] What delicacy, what beauty, what
contrivance, in animal and vegetable bodies I How exquisitely are
all things suited, as well to their particular ends, as to
constitute opposite parts of the whole I And, while they mutually
aid and support, do they not also set off and illustrate each
other? Raise now your thoughts from this ball of earth to all
those glorious luminaries that adorn the high arch of heaven.
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