My heart is heavy at the thought of departing forever from this place. I like this wild and barbarous life. I leave it with regret. The solemn fir-trees, whose slender tops are close against the sky here, the watching hills, and the calmly beautiful river, seem to gaze sorrowfully at me as I stand in the moonlighted midnight to bid them farewell.
Beloved, unconventional wood-life; divine Nature, into whose benign eyes I never looked, whose many voices, gay and glad, I never heard, in the artificial heart of the busy world, —I quit your teachings for a restless and troubled future.
Yes, smile if you will at my folly, but I go from the mountains with a deep heart-sorrow. Here, I have been contented. This thistle-seed, sent abroad its roots right lovingly into this barren soil, and gained an unwonted strength in what seemed such unfavorable surroundings.