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his of Nature, and thrills the sense with kinship 

 of all that lives which now and again fills the heart 

 of Nature s lover, as he reclines on the bare rocks 

 of the mountain peak, and beholds the varied 

 earth, the wild wood, the clearing, the reaped 

 grain-field, the meadow with its sweet rowen, the 

 bare brown earth reft of its roots or tubers, the 

 corn-stocks like to tented camps and the piles 

 of sunny pumpkins among them ; the abandoned 

 summer pastures, the cattle feeding in the mow 

 ings ; the orchards with their heaps of green, ruddy 

 or yellow apples some for the market, some for 

 the home, much for the cider mill ; the tobacco 

 fields with their scattered little sprouts since the 

 harvest ; the onion fields with their rows of bulbs 

 pulled and deployed along the lines of their orig 

 inal ranks, and whatsoever other truck of the 

 husbandman is visible in the fertile valley beneath 

 his eyes. 



Far off on his horizons rise in blue remoteness 

 the heights of greater hills, and as he calls their 

 names he seems to share their prospects also, so 

 that from Tom or Holyoke he looks not only on 

 the winding Connecticut, but as well on the twin 

 lakes of Salisbury or across the wide valley of the 

 Hudson to the Catskills, as if he were on the 

 wild, treeless top of Taconic Dome ; or perchance 

 across to peaceful Sugar river, as if he were on 



