u Ye who love the haunts of Nature, 

 Love the sunshine of the meadow, 

 LoYe'the shadow of the forest, 

 Love the wind among the branches, 

 And the rain-shower, and the snow-storin. 

 And the rushing of great rivers, 

 Through their palisades and pine trees, 

 And the thunder in the mountains, 

 Whose innumerable echoes 

 Flap like eagles in their eyrieB ; — 

 Listen!" 



