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cence of the witch hazel, the balsamic odours of 

 pine and hemlock these add so much to the 

 charm of the earth, far from the purlieus of men. 

 With these belong the slight, subdued, musical 

 whispers of the mountain sparrow ; some stray 

 warblers not yet able to fling themselves away 

 from the charm of our woods ; the juncos and the 

 cheery chickadees ; and over the wide landscape 

 the crow s sagacious observations. 



Then the great views of the circuit of the hills, 

 the reflections in the rivers and the ponds, the 

 graciousness of the atmosphere that wraps us 

 round, the glory of God in his creation, the mani 

 festation of the Spirit, tis a whole whose purport 

 can never be conveyed in words, but it enters our 

 soul as a part of itself, a breath of the ineffable 

 but familiar presence, the Oversoul and the inner 

 soul of man as of earth and of the universes, and 

 we can only say with Emerson, in &quot; Each and 

 All : &quot; 



As I spoke, beneath my feet 



The ground pine curled its pretty wreath, 



Running over the club-moss burrs ; 



I inhaled the violet s breath ; 



Around me stood the oaks and firs ; 



Pine cones and acorns lay on the ground ; 



Over me soared the eternal sky 



Full of light and of deity ; 



