Therefore am I still / A lover of the meadows and the woods, / And mountains; and of all that we behold / From this green earth; of all the mighty world / Of eye and ear, both what they half create / And what perceive; well pleased to recognize / In nature and the language of the sense, / The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse/ The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul / Of all my moral being. William Wordsworth
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The quotation above by George Gordon, Lord Byron begins with the soul of a poet. He is living in the greatest country with one of the best governments in the world and yet he is still a lover of nature. He also loves the countless wonders that we see every day. From the beauty of a flower to a sunset, we can find something to admire and be proud of. We live in a great country and it is always there to guide us.

Source: Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey

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