" Ye who love the haunts of Nature, 



Love the Bunshine of the meadow, 



Love'the shadow of the forest, 



Love the wind among the branches, 



And the rain-shower, and the snow-storm, 



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 eyries; — 



Listen!"' 



Longfellow. 



