Joy swells melodious in his throat, No cunning show of art severe, Those magic tones call from the past The harmony is seen and heard; For notes and rays combine, And joys and hopes, and sun and bird, All seem to sing and shine. Is not that strain an Eolian of Spirit Land-a "Sunbeam shining to the car"-than which old Herrick never produced a more dainty image. But let us take leave of these gentle recreations "out of Doors with Nature" with a bit of Rhymed Philosophy that may have its uses in reconciling men to our desultory mode of treating such heretofore strait-laced and science-encrusted themes. COMMON NATURE. Every flower that bears an odor, Every star that lives in beaming Sends a ray to common mind. Scentless flowers give too their blessing, From the splendors on their lips, Every fitful air caressing, Splendor out of splendor sips. Tuneless birds tell too their story- |