THE PASSING OF THE FLOCKS 219 



one of the greatest of the many mysteries of the 

 natural j^orld, of which little is known, although 

 much is guessed, and the bright September nights 

 may reveal to us — ^we know not what undiscovered 

 facts. 



I see my way as birde their trackless way. 

 I shall arrive; what time, what circuit first, 

 I ask not; but unless God sends his hail 

 Of blinding fire-balls, sleet or driving snow. 

 In sometime, his good time, I shall arrive; 

 He guides me and the bird. In his good time. 



BOBEBT BbOWNIKG. 



