bonds and stocks,
But in rich thoughts, noble, refined,
Needing no bars nor locks.
When man for manhood more shall strive,
And less for greed and gain,
The humble poor may nobly live,
And feel not hunger's pain.
These walls are sacred unto me,
For thought here learned to soar
And build the ark of liberty
I love, exalt, adore.
NATURE'S VOICE.
Every tree and plant, every tiny flower
That grows in wood or field,
Hath a voice that calls aloud to me,
And a beauty half concealed,
That draw my ears to hear a strain
Of music sweet and low,
And paint for me far richer hues
Than the sunset's evening glow;
They speak to me as no tongue can speak;
Their voices are sweeter far
Than the tones that fall from human lips,
Or strains of sweet music are.
POUNDRIDGE, N. Y.
Perhaps no spot upon this sphere,
Has charms for me more sacred, dear,
Than those of old Poundridge;
I love her hills, her lakes, her streams,
Her rural haunts, where Nature teems
With joys naught can abridge.
Her dew-bespangled meadows shine
With gems of radiance so divine,
When touched by matin sun,
That myriad pendant drops of dew,
Lend to the mead a brilliant hue
Like earth with diamonds strown.
The woods that sleep on distant hills,
Or watch o'er gently murmuring rills,
Seem restful to the soul;
Their silence brings sweetest repose,
A panacea for the woes
That spurn M. D.'s control.
The healthful, healing, peaceful rest,
To frame fatigued, to mind distressed,
Seems but a foretaste here,
Of that serene and blest abode,
Which to the faithful child of God
Hereafter shall appear.
I love the rustic's rough demesne,
Which yields to toil a wealth unseen
To those of civic life;
For here I drank, in youth's bright dawn,
The draughts of vigor which were drawn
From labor's busy strife.
I love the house wherein I played,
The yard o'erspread by maple's shade,
The nearby babbling brook;
The fields o'er which my youthful feet
Sped onward toward the trout's retreat,
With dangling line and hook.
I love the path across the wood
Which once I trod in search of food
For hungering, thirsting mind,
The room where pupils used to meet
And st
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