come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher

Sylvain Chauveau – L'approche Du Nuage

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.

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.

one impulse from a vernal wood may teach you more of man,
of moral evil and of good, than all the sages can.

enough of science and of art; close up those barren leaves;
come forth, and bring with you a heart that watches and receives.

william wordsworth