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Let us recline beneath this tree, 



So ragged with lichens — ragged and gray; 



Its fretwork of leaves shall our canopy be, 



Our carpet the moss where the sunbeams play. 



And we'll list to the pipes of the robin and wren. 

 To the flute of the merule so loud and clear. 



To the trumpet call of the cuckoo, and, then, 

 To the deep bassoon of the stock-dove near. 



See you the black-cap 'mid the leaves! 

 With his glad song his bosom heaves; 

 His efforts rouse to rivalry 

 The pride of all Pan's company. 



Of choristers, sweet Philomel, 



And now soft cadence and rich swe'l. 



And hurried note and note prolonged, 

 Echo the glades and thickets through ; 

 As oft, when Sol is borne from view. 

 In his car of crimson clouds they do, 



Till heaven with listening stars is thronged. 



— T. W. F. 



The linnet, the goldfinch, the bullfinch, the greenfinch, the 

 whitethroat, the yellowhammer, the thrush, the misselthrush, and 

 other birds, do their best to render the concert of the feathered 

 tribes effective. 



Here and there in the road-side hedges a crab-tree may be 

 seen, and here and there a holly.' 



The holly is sometimes grown as an ornamental hedge. John 

 Evelyn had such a hedge, and he tells how the Czar of Muscovy 

 (Peter the Great) and his outlandish crew amused themselves by 

 trundling one another in a wheel-barrow, backwards and forwards 

 through the prickly barrier. Evelyn had lent his house and 

 grounds for the accommodation of the Muscovites. When the 

 foreigners retired, they left a muss behind them. 



