AN INVITATION, 



leave the restless city 



And come to the sylvan dell 



Where the wood thrush gives his anthem 

 And the blue jay tolls his bell. 



Where, deep in the tangled thicket, 



The veery sings a lay 

 That trembles with whispered longings 



Then slowly dies away. 



Or go where the tawny hermit 

 With motif high and strong 



Beareth the spirit upward 



On the soaring wings of song. 



From wooded hill and valley fair, 

 From plain and sea-girt isle, 



A thousand songs rise up to cheer. 

 And the weary heart beguile. 



Then leave the restless city 



And come to some forest haunt 



Where Nature's breath fills all the air 

 And sweetly wild birds chant. 



