The Rambles of an Idler 



way as I rested in the shade of this blissful Ar- 

 cady. 



Eurek Eurek Eureka! whistled the bird, a 

 veritable Prince Polyglot, custodian of the 

 charms of this ancient wood. He never asks a 

 holiday. Summer and winter alike, he bids dull 

 care begone, and if the rambler is willing, ini- 

 tiates him into the fold that know the "sylvan 

 secrets," and, knowing, see and hear what be- 

 fore had not been recognized. 



0, many mooded Master Bird! 

 Long since, the day when first I heard 

 Thy wisdom shouted down the glen, 

 Where, hidden from the gaze of men, 

 Thou hadst thy home, Inspiring Wren ; 

 And now, with burden of my years 

 No path so bright, but dimmed by tears; 

 Yet know the merit of thy thought, 

 Not vainly here, content is sought. 



Still, while I linger yet on earth, 

 Cheer each new day as it has birth ; 

 And, as in years long gone, may we 

 As friend with friend, together see, 

 These blessed oaks, this Arcady. 

 Whene'er I trace each charmed spot, 

 Be thou my guide, Prince Polyglot. 



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