"Into every empty corner, into all forgotten things and nooks,
Nature struggles to pour life, pouring life into the dead, life
into life itself. That immense, overwhelming, relentless,
burning ardency of Nature for the stir of life! And all these her
creatures, even as these thwarted lives, what travail, what
hunger and cold, what bruising and slow-killing struggle will
they not endure to accomplish the earth's purpose? and what
conscious resolution of men can equal their impersonal, their
congregate will to yield self life to the will of life universal?"
Henry Beston, The Outermost House, 1928.
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