While through this vale of isles we roam
Beneath the blue of a welcome dome,
We can only marvel, at the miracles wrought
Through natures lessons, that are daily taught.
Sweetest peace we find is in solitude
Of hours we've spent in the solem woods,
Where all that surrounds us, we hear or see
Is as the air, just boundless free.
By no earthly law, is any wild thing stayed
By no goverened creed, are their lives dismayed,
But devotion in all wild life, we find
Through the law of nature, each for it's kind.
The beautiful trees, a lesson show
The same beautiful trees, as of long ago,
No vary-ing, no change, but an oak, an oak
No element, it seemes, can natures law revoke.
Then my mind reverts, to the human race
Through which God meant to manifest his grace,
When I think of how they have mixed like swine
No nationality keeping to it's self; it's kind.
Why, the gray squirrel that houses in a tree
Is truer to his laws, his God, than are we,
The little house wren, sweet bird. Oh! Oh!
Can you show me a creature, more worthy to know?
If wrens courted bluebirds, the Jays courted Larks
Chipmunks and Flying-squirrels together embarked,
If trees got mixed up, and all looked the same
I wonder, Oh! I wonder, would God think them sane?
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