NATURE. 



'The bubbling brook doth leap when I come by, 



Because my feet find measure with its call ; 

 The birds know when the friend they love is nigh, 



For I am known to them both great and small ; 

 The flowers that on the lovely hillside grow 



Expect me there when Spring their bloom has given ; 

 And many a tree and bush my wanderings know. 



And e'en the clouds and silent stars of heaven: 

 For he who with his Maker walks aright 



Shall be their lord, as Adam was before ; 

 His ear shall catch each sound with new delight, 



Each object wear the dress which then it wore ; 

 And he, as when erect in soul he stood. 

 Hear from his Father's lips that all is good. 



Jones Very 



