262 TjfE Ottawa Xatukalim 



' Come, wander with me,' she -aid. 



' Into regions yet untrod : 

 And read what is still unread 



In the manuscripts of God.' 



And he wandered away and away 

 With Nature, the dear old nurse, 



Who sang to him night and day 

 The rhymes of the universe. 



And whenever the way seemed long, 

 Or his heart began to fail, 



She would sing a more wonderful song, 

 Or tell a more marvellous tale." 



