" Come ye into the summer woods ; 

 There entercth no annoy ; 

 All greenly wave the chestnut leaves. 

 And the earth is full of Joy. 



" I caiuiot tell you half the sights 



Of beauty you may see, 



The bursts of goldeti sunshine, 



And many a shady tree." 



Mary Howitt. 



" The green trees 



Partake the deep contentment ; as they bend 



To the soft winds, the sun from the blue sky 



Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene. 



Scarce less the cleft-born wild flower seems to enjoy 



Existence than the winged plunderer 



That sucks its sweets. The mossy rocks tlienisclvcs, 



And the old and ponderous trunks of prostrate trees 



That lead from knoll to knoll a causey rude 



Or bridge the sunken brook, and their dark roots 



With all their earth upon them, twisting high. 



Breathe fixed tranquillity. The rivulet 



Sends forth glad sounds, and tripping o'er its bed 



Of pebbly sands, or leaping down the rocks. 



Seems, with continuous laughter, to rejoice 



In its own being," 



Bryant. 



