Shelter of forests, comfort of the 



grass, 

 Music of birds, murmur of little 



rills, 



Shadows of cloud that swiftly pass, 

 And after showers 

 The smell of flowers, 

 And of the good, green earth, 

 And, best of all, along the way, 

 friendship and mirth. 

 HENRY VAN DYKE, God of 

 the Open Air. 



