LET US GO TO THE WOODS. 21 
LET US GO TO THE WOODS. 
Let us go to the woods—’tis a bright sunny 
day : 
They are mowing the grass, and at work 
with the hay. 
Come over the meadow and scent the fresh 
air, 
For the pure mountain breezes are every¬ 
where. 
We’ll follow this winding path up to the hills, 
And spring with a lightsome fool, over the 
rills. 
Up, up—it grows sweeter the higher we get, 
With the flowers of the season that linger 
here yet. 
Nay, pause not to gaze at the landscape now; 
It is finer when seen from the high hill’s 
brow. 
We will gather all curious flowers as we go; 
The sweet and the scentless, and those that 
bend low; 
The pale and the gaudy, the tiny, the tall, 
From the vine, from the shrub, we will 
gather them all. 
Now here’s the Clematis, all graceful and 
fair ; 
