BIRDS AND NftTURE. 



ILLUSTRATED BY COLOR PHOTOGRAPHY. 



Vol. XIV. OCTOBER, 1903. No. 3 



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 flower that on the lonely hillside grows 



Expects me there when spring its bloom has given; 

 And many a tree and bush my wanderings knows, 



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 that then it wore; 

 And he, as when erect in soul he stood, 



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



— Jones Very. 



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