NATURE 



11 The bubbling brook doth leap when I come by, 

 Because my feet find measure with its call; 

 The birds know when the friend they love is nigh, 

 For I am known to them, both great and small. 

 The flower that on the lonely hillside grows 

 Expects me there when spring its bloom has given; 

 And many a tree and bush my wanderings knows, 

 And e'en the clouds and silent stars of heaven;" 



Jones Very. 





