Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and died Here are seen No traces of man's pomp or pride; no silks The boast of our vain race to change the form In music; Thou art in the cooler breath Comes scarcely felt; the barky trunks, the grouna, Here is continual worship; nature, here, Passes; and yon clear spring, that midst its herbs Of all the good it does. Thou hast not left Thyself without a witness, in these shades, Of Thy perfections. Grandeur, strength, and grace In all the proud Old World beyond the deep Wears the green coronal of leaves with which Nestled at his root Is beauty such as blooms not in the glare My heart is awed within me when I think Lo! all grow old and die; but see again Oh, there is not lost One of earth's charms: upon her bosom yet, The freshness of her fair beginning lies, There have been holy men who hid themselves Their lives to thought and prayer, till they outlived Less aged than the hoary trees and rocks Around them; and there have been holy men Retire, and in Thy presence reassure My feeble virtue. Here its enemies, The passions, at Thy plainer footsteps shrink O God! when Thou Dost scare the world with tempests, set on fire The swift, dark whirlwind that uproots the woods And drowns the villages; when, at Thy call, Its cities; who forgets not, at the sight Oh, from these sterner aspects of Thy face FROM HAROLD THE DAUNTLESS BY SIR WALTER SCOTT 'Tis merry in greenwood, thus runs the old lay, Then rears the ash his airy crest Then shines the birch in silver vest, And the beech in glistening leaves is drest, THE MAJESTY OF TREES BY WASHINGTON IRVING THERE is a serene and settled majesty in woodland scenery that enters into the soul, and delights and elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations. As the leaves of trees are said to absorb all noxious qualities of the air and to breathe forth a purer atmosphere, so it seems to me as if they drew from us all sordid and angry passions, and breathed forth peace and philanthropy. There is something nobly simple and pure in a taste for the cultivation of forest trees. It argues I think, a sweet and generous nature to have this strong relish for the beauties of vegetation, and this friendship for the hardy and glorious sons of the forest. There is a grandeur of thought connected with this part of rural economy. It is, if I may be allowed the figure, the heroic line of husbandry. It is worthy of liberal, and free-born, and aspiring men. He who plants an oak, looks forward to future ages, and plants for posterity. Nothing can be less selfish than this. A FAMOUS COUPLET BY ALEXANDER POPE "TIS education forms the common mind; |