My Good Genius seemed to say –
go fish and hunt far and wide day by day –
farther and wider.
And rest thee by many brooks and
hearth-side without misgiving.
Remember thy Creator in the days
of thy youth.
Rise free from care before the dawn,
and seek adventures.
Let the noon find thee by other lakes,
and the night overtake thee everywhere at home.
There are no larger fields than these,
no worthier games than may here be played.
Grow wild according to thy nature,
like these sedges and brakes,
which will never become English bay.
Let the thunder rumble;
what if it threaten ruin to farmers’ crops?
That is not its errand to thee.
Take shelter under the cloud,
while they flee to carts and sheds.
Let not to get a living by thy trade,
but thy sport.
Enjoy the land, but own it not.
Through want of enterprise and faith men are
where they are, buying and selling,
and spending their lives like serfs.
-Henry David Thoreau
‘Walden’, Baker Farm