FOREST DELIGHTS.
I love to stroll amid the silent woodWhere naught is found to break the quietude,Except the woodland tenants, or the breezeAmong the tender ferns and tow’ring trees.Here sports the timid hare in wanton glee,While may be heard from yonder chestnut treeThe squirrel chirping to its mate near by,Which gaily answers with a prompt reply.Here many a brooklet ripples on its way,Here countless birds employ their sweetest lay,And here and there the startled otter springs,While oft a partridge hies on whirring wings.What are the palaces of kings and lordsCompared with all that nature here affords?These forest charms are dearer to my heartThan all the pomp of royalty and art.
I love to stroll amid the silent woodWhere naught is found to break the quietude,Except the woodland tenants, or the breezeAmong the tender ferns and tow’ring trees.Here sports the timid hare in wanton glee,While may be heard from yonder chestnut treeThe squirrel chirping to its mate near by,Which gaily answers with a prompt reply.Here many a brooklet ripples on its way,Here countless birds employ their sweetest lay,And here and there the startled otter springs,While oft a partridge hies on whirring wings.What are the palaces of kings and lordsCompared with all that nature here affords?These forest charms are dearer to my heartThan all the pomp of royalty and art.
I love to stroll amid the silent woodWhere naught is found to break the quietude,Except the woodland tenants, or the breezeAmong the tender ferns and tow’ring trees.
Here sports the timid hare in wanton glee,While may be heard from yonder chestnut treeThe squirrel chirping to its mate near by,Which gaily answers with a prompt reply.
Here many a brooklet ripples on its way,Here countless birds employ their sweetest lay,And here and there the startled otter springs,While oft a partridge hies on whirring wings.
What are the palaces of kings and lordsCompared with all that nature here affords?These forest charms are dearer to my heartThan all the pomp of royalty and art.