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find in miniature, it may be, in his own land ; 

 but England's country he can find nowhere else. 



That stands alone, with no rival amidst the 

 beauties and wonders of the world. 



On a fine, still, spring day, when the mood is 

 on you, lie on your back upon the grass, and 



THE NIGHT JAR. 



for a few moments listen to and think of the call 

 notes and songs of the birds. And the air will 

 seem full of soothing musical sounds near at 

 hand and far away on the horizon. You can 

 hardly feel dull then. The country will not feel 

 lonely then, with so much of cheering, moving 

 life all around you the life of the bird pouring 

 itself out in song without stint or measure, and 

 telling us to feel ashamed if we, too, do not joy 

 in living. 



The song, colour, and movement of birds has 

 stirred hope in many a weary, broken human heart. 



