" Ye who love the haunts of Nature, 



Love the sunshine of the meadow, 



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!" 



Longfellow. 



