. The mountains about Williamstown . FORDS GLEN How grand thy wood-crowned rocks appeared to beWhose high-arched foliage heavens dim light forsook 1—Page 80 A WOODLAND REVERIE MY spirit, moving on to higher life,At one sad place became a prey to strife;For many oft would cross my path, and sayTheir souls were moving in the better way;And mere delusions had allured my feetAlong the course my faith had found so this, then, like a child, who turns to leaveThe wranglings of his mates that make him grieve,And rest his weary head upon that breastWhose firm maternal love can bear it
. The mountains about Williamstown . FORDS GLEN How grand thy wood-crowned rocks appeared to beWhose high-arched foliage heavens dim light forsook 1—Page 80 A WOODLAND REVERIE MY spirit, moving on to higher life,At one sad place became a prey to strife;For many oft would cross my path, and sayTheir souls were moving in the better way;And mere delusions had allured my feetAlong the course my faith had found so this, then, like a child, who turns to leaveThe wranglings of his mates that make him grieve,And rest his weary head upon that breastWhose firm maternal love can bear it mind would turn to nature. Where but thereCould earth-born trouble find maternal care?How longd I to be hidden in the shade Which the thick mantlings of her forests made, 82. THE HOPPER BROOK AND PATHWAY IIow lo7iged I to be hidden in the shadeWhich the thick manllings of her forests -Page 82 83 84 THe Mountains About Williamsto-wn And stay there undisturbd by human thought,Till sweet and soothing influences, broughtFrom sources far removed from mans control,Should cool the burning fever of my soul!So, for a season bidding men farewell,I dwelt alone within a grove-grown dell. Thence wandering forth one still clear night I found, Beneath the moon that rose up, large and round. Through vistas opening like some temples aisles. Great trees that arched the moveless air for miles. Their spreading boughs, like shadowy rafters, lined A star-filled dome, and oft, where foliage twined In leafy fretwork round each trailing limb, Flashd bright with dew. Beneath them, fair though dim, About the trees wide trunks, in half seen bowers. And pushing up through paths I trod, were flowers. I seemd their natures lord; for, when my feet Would crush them as I passd, the
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