Most persons do not see the sun. At least they have a very superficial seeing. The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child. The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood. His intercourse with heaven and earth, becomes part of his daily food. In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. Nature says, -- he is my creature, and maugre all his impertinent griefs, he shall be glad with me. Not the sun or the summer alone, but every hour and season yields its tribute of delight;
I think that this segment of the essay is talking about how as children we appriciate nature and we still contain that inocence so that we can understand it and be one with nature. However as we get older scociety changes us. It takes away that inocence and connection with nature and turns us into cold spiteful beings searching hopelessly for a purpose that we long ago had torn away from us.
to be continued
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