MORNING IN THE WOODS. 79 



forest, as it nods to the passing wind, speaks of him; 

 the still mountain points towards his dwelling-place, 

 and the calm lake reflects his sky of stars and sun- 

 shine. The glorious sunset and the blushing dawn, 

 the gorgeous midnight and the noonday splendor, 

 mean more in these solitudes than in the crowded 

 city. Indeed, they look differently—- they are different. 



