' Soar with the birds, and flutter with the leaf; 



Dance with the seeded grass in fringy play; 



Sail with the cloud; wave with the dreaming 



pine, 

 And float with nature all the livelong day. 



' Call not such hours an idle waste of life; 



Land that lies fallow gains a quiet power; 

 It treasures from the brooding of God's wings 



Strength to unfold the future tiee and 

 flower. 



' So shall it be with thee if, restful still, 



Thou rightly studiest in the summer hour; 

 Like a deep fountain which a brook doth fill, 

 Thy mind in seeming rest shall gather 

 power." 



MRS. H. B. STOWE. 



