I cannot come nearer to God and HeavenThan I live to Walden even.I am its stony shore,And the breeze that passes o'er;In the hollow of my handAre its water and its sand,
Henry David Thoreau
I cannot come nearer to God and HeavenThan I live to Walden even.I am its stony shore,And the breeze that passes o'er;In the hollow of my handAre its water and its sand,