96 SUMMER WOODS. 
There grows the four-leaved plant “‘ true-love,” 
In some dusk woodland spot ; 
There grows the enchanter’s night-shade, 
And the wood forget-me-not. 
And many a merry bird is there, 
Unscared by lawless men; 
The blue-winged jay, the wood-pecker, 
And the golden-crested wren. 
Come down, and ye shall see them all, 
The timid and the bold; 
For their sweet life of pleasantness, 
It is not to be told. 
And far within that summer-wood, 
Among the leaves so green, 
There flows a little gurgling brook, 
The brightest e’er was seen. 
There come the little gentle birds, 
Without a fear of ill; 
Down to the murmuring water’s edge 
And freely drink their fill! 
And dash about and splash about, 
The merry little things; 
