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here we can see exactly how Robinson is in the realm of the
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nineteenth-century Transcendentalists,
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and here I'm going to read you a little bit from Emerson's
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essay Nature. This is what he says about
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being in the woods. Within these plantations of
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God a decorum and sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed,
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and the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years.
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In the woods we return to reason and faith.
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There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, no disgrace,
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no calamity leaving me my eyes which nature cannot repair.
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Standing on the bare ground, my head bathed by the blithe air,
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and uplifted into infinite space, all mean egotism vanishes.