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The Marriage of Mother Gaia and Father Sun

I sing to Mother Gaia

I sing to Father Sun

I sing to living in the Garden of Life

where the Mother and Father are One



"I have occasional visits in the long winter evenings, when the snow falls fast and the wind howls in the wood, from an old settler and original proprietor, who is reported to have dug Walden Pond, and stoned it, and fringed it with pine woods.

He tells me stories of old times and of a new eternity.

Between us we manage to pass a cheerful evening with social mirth and pleasant views of things, even without apples or cider, a most wise and humorous friend, whom I love much, who keeps himself secret.

Though he is thought to be dead, none can show where he is buried.

An elderly dame, too, dwells in my neighborhood, invisible to most persons, in whose odorous herb garden I love to stroll sometimes, gathering and listening to her fables.

She has a genius of unequaled fertility, and her memory runs back farther than mythology, and she can tell me the original of every fable, and on what fact every one is founded, for the incidents occurred when she was young.

A ruddy and lusty old dame, who delights in all weathers and seasons, and is likely to outlive all her children yet." - Henry David Thoreau



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