text:  I cannot charm the eye with that great stream of liquid light which during the long and lingering summer's day issues from the valley like an eternal joy; I cannot fascinate his ear and soothe his spirit with nature's deep mysterious sounds so delicately slender and so soft that silence fails to be disturbed but rather grows more mellow and profound; I cannot with a stroke present the teeming hills flushed with their weight of corn that now stands stately in the suspended air--now touched by the lightest wind that ever blew flows like a golden river