WHERE THE GREEN LEAVES QUIVER. 205 
you can recognize this cry in the eloquent and 
touching lines :— 
‘Oh! but to breathe the breath 
Of the cowslip and primrose sweet, 
With the sky above my head, 
And the grass beneath my feet.’ 
It was, then, a good and righteous movement 
which was originated for the purpose of wresting 
from the encroachers the beautiful Forest of 
Epping, and the battle of the forest has been a 
noble and beneficent work; for those who have 
striven—and successfully—to secure the rights of 
the people, have striven to secure some of the 
best and purest gifts which God has given to 
man; for there is untold wealth in pure air, and 
Trees, and flowers. Life is not life without these. 
Those of us who can make amends by periodical 
relaxation for sedentary and unhealthy city life, 
do not feel so acutely the necessity of preserving 
our woodlands. But let us listen to the appeal of 
our poorer brethren :— 
* Oh, save us the Forest! the toiling ones cry, 
Who dwell ’mid the smoke and the heat ; 
In the long summer sunshine delighted we fly 
Away from the alley and street. 
