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the water is made to bubble and trickle down. Here we 
have the glorious reality. Here we have the Great Artist 
Himself at work. Behold our shady lanes covered with 
branches of trees and woodbines intermixed — nature’s mag- 
nificent arbour. Mark the rockwort close to our streamlets, 
covered with mosses, lichens, and ferns, down which the 
water splashes and gurgles so sweetly and so grandly. May 
we not conclude by saying — 
“ Nature boon 
Poured forth profuse on hill and dale and plain 
Both where the morning sun first warmly smote 
The open field and where the unpierced shade 
Imhrowned the noontide hours.” 
