" I grieve not that ripe knowledge takes away 



The charm that Nature to my childhood wore, 

 For with the insight cometh day by day, 

 A greater bliss than wonder was before. 

 To win the secret of a weed's plain heart, 

 Keveals the clue to spiritual things. 

 The soul that looks within for truth may guess 

 The presence of some unknown heavenliness." 



J. BUSSELL LOWELL. 



