. . . If in these times of fear,
      This melancholy waste of hopes o'erthrown,
      If, 'mid indifference and apathy,
      And wicked exultation when good men
      On every side fall off, we know not how,
      To selfishness, disguised in gentle names
      Of peace and quiet and domestic love
      Yet mingled not unwillingly with sneers
      On visionary minds; if, in this time
      Of dereliction and dismay, I yet
      Despair not of our nature, but retain
      A more than Roman confidence, a faith
      That fails not, in all sorrow my support,
      The blessing of my life--the gift is yours,
      Ye winds and sounding cataracts! 'tis yours,
      Ye mountains! thine, O Nature! Thou hast fed
      My lofty speculations; and in thee,
      For this uneasy heart of ours, I find
      A never-failing principle of joy
      And purest passion.

         --William Wordsworth, The Prelude, Book 2

Unlike Wordsworth, I don't see nature as the source of such stability, but I certainly believe that time spent in nature has a healing influence during hard times, and I certainly empathize with him in these lines, especially after the recent election.