WILD-FL O I VER SONNE TS. 



HUDSONIA. 



TVT OT in the cloistered safety of the woods, 



Where the fair firstlings of the Springtime hide, 

 Not the gay, laughing, dancing brook beside, 

 Nor in the hush of mountain solitudes, 

 Seek we for thee, O hardy pioneer ! 

 Upon the barren, bleak, and wind-swept sand 

 Of sea-girt isles thy feet are set. There, fanned 

 By breezes salt with spray, thou dost not fear 

 To spread thy couch of velvet tapestry, 

 With golden flowers soon to be 'broidered o'er. 

 A new Canute, thou sittest on the shore, 

 Sending brave challenge to the mighty sea ; 

 While, far and near, as waiting thy command, 

 The glistening ranks of sturdy beach-grass stand. 



