Poetry is as necessary to comprehension as science. It is as impossible to live without reverence as it is without joy. — Henry Beston, The Outermost House: A Year of Life On The Great Beach of Cape Cod
Poetry is as necessary to comprehension as science. It is as impossible to live without reverence as it is without joy. — Henry Beston, The Outermost House: A Year of Life On The Great Beach of Cape Cod
Poetry is as necessary to comprehension as science. It is as impossible to live without reverence as it is without joy. — Henry Beston, The Outermost House: A Year of Life On The Great Beach of Cape Cod
Poetry is as necessary to comprehension as science. It is as impossible to live without reverence as it is without joy. — Henry Beston, The Outermost House: A Year of Life On The Great Beach of Cape Cod
Poetry is as necessary to comprehension as science. It is as impossible to live without reverence as it is without joy. — Henry Beston, The Outermost House: A Year of Life On The Great Beach of Cape Cod
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Poetry is as necessary to comprehension as science. It is as impossible to live without reverence as it is without joy.

— Henry Beston, The Outermost House: A Year of Life On The Great Beach of Cape Cod
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