SAND DUNES AND SALT MARSHES 



The older one grows the more he appreci- 

 ates these days, and each successive spring 

 appears more divinely wonderful, more of a 

 miracle than he has ever thought it in the past. 

 One can but hope that the same joy and the 

 same enthusiasm for this glorious feast spread 

 by nature's hands will continue for all of us 

 for many years to come. 



" Give me the man, however old and staid, 



Or worn with sorrow and perplexity, 

 Who, when he walks in sunshine or in shade, 



By woodland bowers, or bare beach of the sea, 



O'er hill-tops, or in valleys green, with me, 

 Throws off his age and gambols like a child, 

 And finds a boyish pleasure in the wild. 



Rejuvenescent on the flowery lea: 

 Him shall the years pass lightly as he goes : 



The kindly wisdom gathered in the fields 

 Shall be his antidote to worldly woes: 



And the o'erflowing joy that nature yields 

 To her true lovers, shall his heart enclose, 



And blunt the shafts of care like iron shields." 



There is one migrant land bird that is rarely 

 seen in the spring, but is very abundant in 

 the dunes and about the marshes in the fall 

 from the middle of September to the end of 

 the first week in November. This is the pipit, 



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