JOY IN NATURE. 



To sit on rocks ; to muse o'er flood and fell , 



To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, 

 Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, 



And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; 

 To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, 



With the wild flock, that never needs a fold ; 

 Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean — 



This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold 

 Converse ivith Nature's charms, and vieiv her stores 

 unrolled. 



Byron. 





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19321 



OCT 2 8 1958 



