The Tables Turned
by William Wordsworth
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Or surely you’ll grow double: Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble?
The sun above the mountain’s head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow.
|The state champion Katsura tree (possibly the largest in N. America).|
Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There’s more of wisdom in it.
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.
She has a world of ready wealth, Our minds and hearts to bless— Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, Truth breathed by cheerfulness.
One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:— We murder to dissect.
Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.
I decided it would be prudent to follow Worsdworth's advice and quit our books, let nature be our teacher this week and venture down to Morris arboretum again to take advantage of a another beautiful spring day, time with the grandparents, and our membership. We read this poem the other day and it was a great reminder of what is important, lasting and beneficial to the mind, body and soul. What better to teach us of truth, goodness and beauty than a stroll through a beautiful garden?