(This one is extra special to me. It was written on a plaque outside a chapel in the woods where I used to go camping).
And Nature, the old nurse, took
The child upon her knee,
Saying: “Here is a story-book
Thy Father has written for thee.”
“Come, wander with me,” she said,
“Into regions yet untrod;
And read what is still unread
In the manuscripts of God.”
–Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (from The Fiftieth Birthday of Agassiz)
