HOfF rROUr TAKE THE FLY 



" With here a blossom sailing, 

 And here and there a lusty trout, 

 And here and there a grayling. 

 And here and there a foamy flake, 



With many a silvery water-break 

 Above the golden gravel ! " 



to all of which he was blind when he first began 

 to hold communion with nature. 



Happy the man who is so familiar with her 

 that he can say, with the old Massachusetts poet, 

 Jones Very: 



" The bubbling brook doth leap when / come by, 

 Because my feet find measure with its call ; 

 The flower that on the lonely hillside grows 

 Expects me there, when spring its bloom hath given ; 

 And many a tree and bush my wandering knows. 

 And e'en the clouds and silent stars of heaven." 



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