With God in the Bush
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When I am safe
in my sylvan home
I tread on the pride
of Greece and Rome
And when I am stretched
beneath the pines
Where the evening star
so holy shines
I laugh at the lore
and pride of man,
At the sophist schools
and the learned clan
For what are they all
in their high conceit
When man in the bush
with God may meet?
R. W. Emerson.
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