if these worshipers never plucked the flower 

 beside a dusty road? if th«y never felt May- 

 time open in their hearts at sight of it? if no 

 memories of 



Meadows where in suri the cattle graze, 



Where, as the breezes pass, 

 The gleaming rushes lean a thousand ways, 



come to them as they pass it by ? 



The true nature-lover knows at least a little; 

 and keeps learning all the time ; he goes afield 

 the seasons through ; he sees accurately, reports 

 honestly, interprets humanly, and loves sin- 

 cerely. 



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