"Stranger, if tbou bast learned a truth which needs 

 No school of long experience, that the world 

 Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen 

 Enough of all its sorrows, crimes, and cares 

 To tire thee of it, enter this wild wood 

 And view the Haunts of Nature. The calm shade 

 Shall bring a kindred calm, and the sweet breeze 

 That makes the green leaves dance shall waft a balm 

 To thy sick heart. Thou wilt find nothing here 

 Of all that pained thee in the haunts of men 

 And made thee loathe thy life." 



BRYANT. 



