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instant trivial to me who had been sent to school and 
college; but as I ran down the hill toward the redden¬ 
ing west, with the rainbow over my shoulder, and some 
faint tinkling sounds borne to my ear through the cleansed 
air, from I know not what quarter, my Good Genius 
seemed to say,— Go fish and hunt far and wide day 
by day,—farther and wider,—and rest thee by many 
brooks and hearth-sides without misgiving. Remember 
thy Creator in the days of thy youth. Rise free from 
care before the dawn, and seek adventures. Let the 
noon find thee by other lakes, and the night overtake 
thee every where at home. There are no larger fields 
than these, no worthier games than may here be played. 
Grow wild according to thy nature, like these sedges 
and brakes, which will never become English hay. Let 
the thunder rumble; what if it threaten ruin to farmers 
crops ? that is not its errand to thee. Take shelter un¬ 
der the cloud, while they flee to carts and sheds. Let 
not to get a living be thy trade, but thy sport. Enjoy 
the land, but own it not. Through want of enterprise 
and faith men are where they are, buying and selling, 
and spending their lives like serfs. 
O Baker Farm! 
“ Landscape where the richest element 
Is a little sunshine innocent.” * * 
“ No one runs to revel 
On thy rail-fenced lea,” * * 
“ Debate with no man hast thou, 
With questions art never perplexed, 
As tame at the first sight as now, 
In thy plain russet gabardine dressed.” * * 
“ Come ye who love, 
And ye who hate. 
