" To him who in the love of nature holds 

 Communion with her visible forms, she speaks 

 A various language ; for his gayer hours, 

 She has a voice of gladness, and a smile, 

 And eloquence of beauty, and she glides 

 Into his darker musings, with a mild 

 And healing sympathy, that steals away 

 Their sharpness ere he is aware." 



BRYANT. 



