WILD FLO WEES OF AUGUST. 345 



A solemn preacher is the breeze, 



At noon or twilight dim- 

 The ancient trees give homilies 



The river hath a hymn. 

 For the city bell takes seven days 



To reach the townsman's ear ; 

 But he who kneels in Nature's ways 



Hath Sabbath all the year." 



