Quote#Freedom
With careless joy we thread the woodland ways
Quote byElaine Goodale Eastman · 1863–1953
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Moccasin Flower, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 519..
English (original)
With careless joy we thread the woodland ways And reach her broad domain. Thro' sense of strength and beauty, free as air. We feel our savage kin, And thus alone with conscious meaning wear The Indian's moccasin!
— Elaine Goodale Eastman
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