BIRDS ftND NftTURE. 



ILLUSTRATED BY COLOR PHOTOGRAPHY. 



NATURE'S FRIENDSHIP. 



To him who looks on nature as a friend — 

 Who loves her varying moods, whate'er they be, 

 Of calm and glorious sunshine, or the free, 

 Wild sweep of winds, that toss about and bend 

 The branches of the mighty oaks, or rend 

 Their great hearts wide — to him, the mystery 

 Of life is not so great — he holds the key 

 To much that others cannot comprehend. 

 And finds a miracle in every bird, 

 Or creature wild — and endless spring 

 Of joy, and as the seasons come and go, 

 And Nature's wooing voice is clearer heard. 

 Rejoicing in the best, he learns to fling 

 Aside as worthless much — for room to grow. 



■Bessie Andrews Dana. 



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