Sinopsis

Happy the man who has the town escaped;To him the whistling trees, the
murmuring brooks,The shining pebbles, preachVirtue's and wisdom's lore.
The whispering grove a holy temple isTo him, where God draws nigher to
his soul;Each verdant sod a shrine,Whereby he kneels to heaven.
—Ludwig Heinrich Christoph Hölty.
or a clearer understanding of what I have here written in the fond desire
that there may be those who delight in a tale simply told, even though it be
of my brothers and sisters who lived their quiet, peaceful lives, with now
and then, 'tis true, a jarring note, consecrated to their faith, in the solitude
of a new-world wilderness, I must set forth, without weariness to the...