Beauty, the smile of God, Music, His voice. Robert Underwood Johnson More Quotes by Robert Underwood Johnson More Quotes From Robert Underwood Johnson He is likely to remain the one historian of the Sierra; he imported into his view the imagination of the poet and the reverence of the worshipper.... William Kent, during Muir’s life, paid him a rare tribute in giving to the nation a park of redwoods with the understanding that it should be named Muir Woods. But the nation owes him more. His work was not sectional but for the whole people, for he was the real father of the forest reservations of America. Robert Underwood Johnson realfatheramerica In tears I tossed my coin from Trevi's edge. A coin unsordid as a bond of love-- And, with the instinct of the homing dove, I gave to Rome my rendezvous and pledge. And when imperious Death Has quenched my flame of breath, Oh, let me join the faithful shades that throng that fount above. Robert Underwood Johnson faithfulromeflames They know who keep a broken tryst, Till something from the Spring be missed We have not truly known the Spring. Robert Underwood Johnson brokenknowsspring
