I saw this day sweet flowers grow thick --
But not one like the child did pick.
I heard the pack hounds in Green Park --
But no dog like the child heard bark.
I heard this day bird after bird --
But not one like the child has heard
.
A hundred butterflies saw I --
But not one like the child saw fly.
I saw the horses roll in grass --
But no horse like the child saw pass.
My world this day has lovely been --
But not like what the child has seen.
William Beebe summed up the value of nature and the necessity for conservation in The Bird (1906), when he wrote, "The beauty and genius of a work of art may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished harmony may yet again inspire the composer; but when the last individual of a race of living beings breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again."
William Beebe (1877-1962)
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