May books and nature be their early joy!
It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before... there is a blessing in the air.
But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity.
The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive!
Plain living and high thinking are no more.
I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led.