while the beautiful valley is brimming with

When, as the beautiful valley brims with steam around me, and the meridian sun beats upon the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and only a few stray glimmers creep into the inner sanctum, I fling myself among the tall grass beside the trickling stream; and, as I stand close to the earth, I become aware of a thousand unknown plants: when I hear the hum of the little world among the stems and become acquainted with the innumerable indescribable forms of insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his image, and breath