124 HEDGES, WINDBREAKS., SHELTERS,, ETC. 



Such sympathy is mine with all the race, 

 Such mutual recognition, vaguely sweet, 

 There is between us. Surely there are times 

 When they consent to own me of their kin, 

 And condescend to me, and call me cousin, 

 Murmuring faint lullabys of eldest time 

 Forgotten, and yet dumbly felt with thrills 

 Moving the lips, though fruitless of the words. 



FIG. 19. VILLAGE PLOT WITH HEMLOCK HEDGES. 



