1'008 OJ' lU.Tt7RX.Sweet viewa which in our world e.bove
Can never well be seen,
Were imaged by the water's love
or that fair fo~st green :
And all wu iuterfuseo.l beneath
With IUl ElysiAn glow,
An atmoephere without a breath,
A softer dny below.C:be pnb .olb 8oobt.
SSJ!:LUT.0 ~&A welcome are the ~d old woods,
Fresh in young April, qu1ck with shooting green i
Or rich in j nne, with lux.ury of leaves :
:Right lovely are they io their growing pride,
But lovelier io their glory of decay.
Right joyous are they wheu the happy birds
Salute the mom with thousand· throated songs,
Or pour soft vespers to the setting sun,
Singing the sum1ner d.'\y to balmy rest.
Or whel'i a.lone the cuckoo's monotone
Lulls drowsy noon ; or wheQ sweet Philomel
Trilla pusionate mu~ic to the lis~ning night,
And wakes the dreaming rose-buds with her song.
0 fair and joyous are the woods io summer I
"But when t.he birds are still, and faded leaves
Fall in the silence, silently and slow,
Then their solemnities have deeper joy,
·Though lea.'! of rapture. And it i& the prime
Of the year's growth, a.nd prodigality
or ever-new d., lights, to linger loug
When Queenly Autumn, laden with the wealU1
Of all the seasons, passes in her pomp.
WHITKOR&.
~IUiiJ, ®c~11n, ~ir.EA.R'l'IJ 1 Ocean, Air, beloved brotherhood!
If our great Mother have imbued my soul
With aught of nutural piety to ft:el
Your love. and recompense the boon with mine ;