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Specimen Programs. Port Henry, >". Y. Continued. 



5. From " The Earth " (Nature) : 



See yonder leafless trees against the sky, 

 How they diffuse themselves into the air, 

 And, ever subdividing, separate 



6. From " My Garden : " 



If I could put my woods in song, 

 And tell what 's there enjoyed. 



All men would to my garden throng, 

 And leave the cities void. 



In my plot no tulips blow 



Snow-loving pines and oaks instead; 



7. From " The Method of Nature : " 



Limbs into branches, branches into twigs. 

 As if they loved the element, and basted 

 To dissipate their being into it. 



And rank the savage maples grow 



From Spring's faint flush to Autumn red. 



My garden is a forest ledge. 

 Which older forests bound ; 



The banks slope down to the blue lake-edge, 

 Then plunge to depths profound. 



There is no revolt in all the kingdoms from the common weal ; no detachment of an 

 individual. Even- leaf is an exponent of the world. When we behold the landscape in 

 a poetic spirit, we do not reckon individuals. Nature knows neither palm, nor oak, but 

 only vegetable life, which sprouts into forests, and festoons the globe with a garland of 

 grasses and vines. 



8. From "Wood Notes:" 



He heard, when in the grove, at intervals. 

 With sudden roar the aged pine tree fall, 

 One crash, the death-hymn of the perfect tree, 

 Declares the close of its green century. 



9. From " Wood Notes : " 



The Pine tree 



Old as Jove, 



Old as love, 



Who of me 



Tells the pedigree ? 



Only the mountains old. 



Only the waters cold. 



Only moon and star. 



My coevals are. 



Ere the first fowl sung, 



10. From "Nature:" 



In the woods a man casts off his years, and at what period soever of life, is always a 

 child. In the woods is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum 

 and sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed, and the guest sees not how he should 

 tire of them in a thousand years. In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I 

 feel that nothing can befall me in life no disgrace, no calamity, which nature cannot 

 repair. 



Low lies the plant to -whose creation went 

 Sweet influence from every element : 

 Whose living towers the years conspired to build. 

 Whose giddy top the morning loved to gild. 



My relenting boughs among, 



Ere Adam wived. 



Ere Adam lived. 



Ere the duck dived. 



Ere the bees hived, 



Ere the lion roared. 



Ere the eagle soared, 



Light and heat, land and sea, 



Spake unto the oldest tree. 



THE DAISY. 



I'M a pretty little thing, 

 Always coming with the spring; 

 In the meadows green I'm found, 

 Peeping just above the ground; 

 And my stalk is covered flat 

 With a white and yellow hat. 



Little lad}-, when you pass 

 Lightly o'er the tender grass, 

 Skip about, but do not tread 

 On my meek and lowly head; 

 For I always seem to say, 

 " Surely winter 's gone away." 



My fugitive years are all hasting away, 

 And I must ere long be as lowly as they; 

 With a turf on my breast and a stone at my head, 

 Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead. 



COWPER. 



