‘Our Vermont climate against the world for a better! . . .2 O, there's nothing comparable to our clear blue sky, arching the high and eternal ramparts of nature which tower up on every side:—talk as you may of the dreamy, unsubstantial atmosphere of Italy, and the more vigorous one of Switzerland.—And, moreover, such stars! so large, and gorgeous, and soul-overpowering—painting the heavens with such glorious and never-fading colors! We have been so long habituated to look up through the congregated smokes of a city, and to see such dirty and discolored clouds, with here and there a fainting star just visible over the top of some tall spire or elongated chimney, that here we inhabit another clime, and behold another creation. The competition of a few moments with one of our mountain gales, as it comes sweeping down to the plain, rough and kind as the heart of a Yankee, will put every drop of blood in motion, and strengthen every limb.’And he apostrophized the Green Mountains in the following sonnet:
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