Where Town and Country Meet 



and exhilaration of all organic and sentient 

 life. Before the grass is green on the hills, 

 or the mist of early leafage dims the swamp, 

 take your stout staff, rambler, and go 

 a-field. Then, though your hair be gray, 

 you will find yourself wandering blissfully 

 back to boyhood, and standing again on 

 some sunrise-hill, with the whole world 

 swimming in morning gold beneath your 

 feet. 



