Ye marshes, hor» candid and simple and nothing 

 withholding and free 



Ye publish yourselves to the s^}) and offer your- 

 selves to the sea! 



Tolerant plains, that suffer the sea and the rains and 

 the sun. 



Ye spread and span like the catholic man who has 

 mightily won 



Cod out of knowledge and good out of infinite pain 



And sight out of blindness and purity out of a 

 stain. 



Sidney Lanier, 



"The Marshes of Glynn" 



Bookish though we may be, and bred in a 

 library though we may have been, there is profit 

 in our getting out of the town which is dramatic 

 into the country which is lyric. Once in a while 

 every bookman ought to subscribe to a fresh-air 

 fund for himself and to seize the first chance to 

 escape from those pulsing cities of ours, where even 

 the grass seems to be living on its nerves. Views 

 afoot may be more significant than even the most 

 instructive of footnotes, — and Nature publishes 

 her poetry in a legible text. 



Brander Matthews, 



"The Independent" 



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