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Woos us in every wind; fresh wild-leaf scents From thickets where the lonely stock-dove broods. Enter our lattice; fitful songs of joy Float in with each soft current of the air; And we will hear their summons; we will give One day to flowers, and sunshine, and glad thoughts, And thou shalt revel midst free nature's wealth, And, for thy mother, twine wild wreaths; while she From thy delight, wins to her own fond heart The vernal extasy of childhood back:— Come to the woods, my boy!

What! wouldst thou lead already to the path Along the copsewood brook? Come, then! in truth Meet playmate for a child, a blessed child, Is a glad singing stream, heard or unheard, Singing its melody of happiness Amidst the reeds, and bounding in free grace To that sweet chime.—With what a sparkling life It fills the shadowy dingle! now the wing