Sltorujs €.-.Iamu5. 177- 
Liko a lord in his o^m (luiniiiions there, 
Swimmiug ubuut at \vill. 
Now toward the margin where we stood 
We saw him steering on, — 
Then vinder groups of iily leaves 
The happy thing was gone. 
And wild-fowl, water-rats, and all, 
Liyed in that little lake ; 
Oh, what a pleasant picture now 
BIj thoughts of it awake ! 
Its margent of smooth lawny turf 
Was mossy, soft, and deep, 
Where the shadows broad of the beech and oak 
Seemed quietly to sleep. 
The rhododendrons, purple yet 
With many a massive wreath. 
Had seedling plants, a countless host. 
Crowding the turf beneath- 
I dearly love small relics brought 
From spots Where I have been, 
That seem to certify the facts 
Of memory's pictured scene ; 
But seeds and roots of flowers are 
The pleasantest of all ; — 
I've Broom-seeds from a heathy glen, 
And ferns from an old stone walL 
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