December 2007 | Last Words
On Nature
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar;
I love not man the less, but nature more.
— Lord Byron, Childe Harold, Canto iv, Verse 178
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