36 Walks in New England 



Sheltered beneath them spring the delicate flowers that 



renew in 



Loveliness ever unfailing worship that never shall 

 cease. 



Over the pastures the grasses slowly grow sweet and pre 

 pare them 

 Food of the servants of man, as erst of the rabbit and 



deer ; 

 Green o er the meadows the grasses, and swell the pink 



buds that o erfare them, 



Promise of fruit for the feasting that comes of the fall 

 of the year. 



Aye, and the birds that fly northward, pause here and so 

 journ and sing to us, 

 Birds with the sky in their voices, the message of love 



in their lays, 

 Birds that are free in the ether, and poise and waver, and 



bring to us 



Thoughts of the time when we too shall escape from 

 the tumult of days, 



Escape and flee and evanish, and soar to the home of the 



spirit, 

 Soar there and sing, even we, the song that all life and 



breath share, 

 Praising and loving and honouring Him in whose grace 



we ensphere it, 



Once more in the bosom of God, restored to the soul s 

 native air. 



