" Ye who love the haunts of Nature, 

 Love the sunshine of the meadovy, 

 Love'the shadow of the forest, 

 Love the wind among the branches, 

 And the rain-shower, and the snow-storm, 

 And the rushing of great rivers. 

 Through their palisades and pine trees. 

 And the thunder in the mountains. 

 Whose innumerable echoes 

 Flap like eagles in their eyries ; — 

 Listen!" 



