grassy glades, with oh!

“Oh, grassy glades! oh, ever vernal endless landscapes in the soul; in ye, — though long parched by the dead drought of the earthy life, — in ye, men yet may roll, like young horses in new morning clover; and for some few fleeting moments, feel the cool dew of the life immortal on them. Would to God these blessed calms would last. But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm."

Moby-Dick (1851)

"110 Mile Creek."—Welcome as palm groves to the desert traveller,—as the bearer of glad tidings to the anxious soul,—welcome as home to the troubled and weary spirit,—so welcome thy forest, thy waters and grassy glades, oh! "Hundred-and-ten!"

("Scenes Beyond the Western Border," January 1852) and
Scenes and Adventures in the Army