One learns that the world, though made, is yet being made; that this is still the morning of creation; that mountains long conceived are now being born, brought to life by the glaciers, channels traced for rivers, basins hollowed for lakes. When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe. The whole wilderness in unity and interrelation is alive and familiar. The very stones seem talkative, sympathetic, brotherly.
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread; places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul alike. This natural beauty hunger is made manifest in our magnificent National Parks, nature’s sublime wonderlands; the admiration and joy of the world.