A pine tree standeth lonelyIn the North on an upland bare;It standeth whitely shroudedWith snow, and sleepeth there.It dreameth of a Palm treeWhich far in the East alone,In the mournful silence standethOn its ridge of burning stone. - Heinrich Heine
For it is one thing to see the Land of Peace from a wooded ridge, and yet another to walk the road that leads to it. - Augustine of Hippo