He would be worthy of the wilderness.
Henry despite his lack of pride found the world very beautiful the next day.

It was a fair enough scene.

Nature had done her part, but his joyous mind gave to it deeper and more vivid colors.

The wind was blowing from the south, bringing upon its breath the odor of wild flowers, and all the forest was green with the tender green of young spring.

The cotton-tailed hares that he called rabbits ran across their path.