5(5 The World in the Open Air. [JULY, 



Yes ! we will come -we will leave behind 

 The homes and the sorrows of human kind ; 

 It is well to rove where the river leads 

 Its bright blue vein along sunny meads : 



It is well through the rich wild woods to go, 

 And to pierce the haunts of the fawn and doe j 

 And to hear the gushing of gentle springs, 

 When the heart has been fretted by worldly stings: 



And to watch the colours that flit and pass 

 With insect- wings through the wavy grass ; 

 And the silvery gleams o'er the ash-tree's bark, 

 Borne in with a breeze through the foliage dark. 



Joyous and far shall our wanderings be, 

 As the flight of birds o'er the glittering sea ; 

 To the woods, to the dingles where violets blow, 

 We will bear no memory of earthly woe. 



But if, by the forest-brook, we meet 

 A line like the pathway of former feet ; 

 If, 'midst the hills, in some lonely spot, 

 We reach the grey ruins of tower or cot j 



If the cell where a hermit of old hath prayed 

 Lift up its cross through the. solemn shade j 

 Or if some nook, where the wild flowers wave 

 Bear token sad of a mortal grave, 



Doubt not but there will our steps be stayed, 

 There our quick spirits awhile delayed ; 

 There will thought fix our impatient eyes, 

 And win back our hearts to their sympathies. 



For what, though the mountains and skies be fair, 

 Steeped in soft hues of the summer- air, 

 'Tis the soul of man, by its hopes and dreams, 

 That lights up all nature with living gleams. 



Where it hath suffered and nobly striven, 

 Where it hath poured forth its vows to Heaven ; 

 Where to repose it hath brightly past, 

 O'er this green earth there is glory cast. 



And by that soul, amidst groves and rills, 

 And flocks that feed on a thousand hills, 

 Birds of the forest, and flowers of the sod, 

 We, only we, may be linked to God ! F. H. 







