'•Ob, our manhood's prime vigor ! No ^ir it feels Wcnte, 

 Not a mwscle is stopped in its ptaying nor sinew unbraced. 

 Oh, the wild joys of living! the leaping from rock up to rock. 

 The strong rending of boughs from the fir-tree, the cool silver shock 

 Of the plunge in a pool's living water, the hunt of the bear, 

 And the sleep in the dried river- channel where bulrushes tell 

 That the water was wont to go warbling so softly and well. 

 How good is man's life, the mere living." 



BROWNING. 



