154 ARBOR DAY 



Will swell and rise with wonted grace; 



But when it seeks enlarged supplies, 



The orphan of the forest dies. 



Whoso walks in solitude 



And inhabiteth the wood, 



Choosing light, wave, rock and bird, 



Before the money-loving herd, 



Into that forester shall pass, 



From these companions, power and grace. 



Clean shall he be, without, within, 



From the old adhering sin, 



All ill dissolving in the light 



Of his triumphant piercing sight: 



Not vain, nor sour, nor frivolous; 



Not mad, athirst, nor garrulous; 



Grave, chaste, contented, though retired, 



And of all other men desired. 



On him the light of star and moon 



Shall fall with purer radiance down; 



All constellations of the sky 



Shed their virtue through his eye. 



Him nature giveth for defense 



His formidable innocence; 



The mountain sap, the shells, the sea, 



All spheres, all stones, his helpers be; 



He shall meet the speeding year, 



Without wailing, without fear; 



He shall be happy in his love, 



Like to like shall joyful prove; 



