242 Four-in-Haiid in Britain. 



eyes and revel in such quiet beauty as never before was 



his. 



" Not a grand nature . . . 



On English ground 

 You understand the letter . . . ere the fall 

 How Adam lived in a garden. All the fields 

 Are tied up fast with hedges, nosegay like ; 

 The hills are crumpled plains — the plains pastures. 

 And if you seek for any wilderness 

 You find at best a park. A nature 

 Tamed and grown domestic . . . 

 A sweet familiar nature, stealing in 

 As a dog might, or child, to touch your hand, 

 Or pluck your gown, and humbly mind you so 

 Of presence and affection." 



" There is no farewell to scenes like thine." From 

 the depths of every heart in our company comes the 

 trembling " God bless you, England ! " 



