resemblance of the vicinity, as seen from the 
summit of the ridge, to the ground where during 
the Civil War was fought the battle of that 
name. On the north side at the foot of the 
ridge a snarled, ill-defined, uninviting foot path 
opens a rambling way to the summit, and across 
to a belt of dark firs grouped along the west side. 
Here on a lilt of turf under the sheltering bushes, 
through the open door of your heart you may 
take in the soul rest that floats to you over hill 
and dale from the blue mountains in the distant 
sunset-way. 
What more than tropic winds, just this side Heaven, 
What airs from Paradise, 
Blown deep within your heart of hearts has given 
This sweetness to your sighs! 
Children climb up and over the steep rough 
sides of the ridge with lung-expanding shouts 
and merrymaking laughter, but their immature 
thoughts dip not to the deeper, more restful 
influence there open to the mature mind. 
Oak Ridge, once the favorite rendezvous of 
our Pine Hills bird is now the tramping and 
camping ground of boys. Robins, bluebirds, 
finches and other song birds yet dear to memory 
do not trust to these the secret of their pretty 
nests and little ones. The flicker and other high 
perching birds occasionally conceal a nest in the 
tops of the taller trees, or stop to rest, drop a 
song or a call note, but the multiple of song 
passes on to a safer retreat. 
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