60 VOICES FROM THE WOODLANDS. 



So no longer the wind parched the roots of the one, 

 And the other was safe from the rays of the sun. 



And thus, and for ever, where'er the ferns grow, 

 There surely the mosses lie sparkling below ; 

 And thus they both flourish where nought grew before, 

 And both deck the woodland, the mountain, and moor." 



