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POEMS.
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A perfect radius of light
Upon the earth and sea doth lie.

Come out upon the hill-side, then,
The perfumed wind upon your check
Shall make you strong, refill your brain
With healthy ozone, so to speak.

For once let freedom be your guide,
Unshackled by a wandering look
Of passionate longing for the sight
Of printed page, or, ponderous book.

Or, if it be that you must learn
Let Nature teach you what is wise,
Look on her trees and waving woods,
The solemn stillness of her skies.

Let not your eyes with lighted fires
From high Olympus glower down
On us poor mortals that are tied
To noisy street and smoky town.

But from the mountains of the gods
Descend with footstep fast and free,
Yet bring us if you will a tale
From off the shores of Arcady!

With flute and harp and flageolet
We'll sing you many a festive lay,
And you will join our merry throng
And turn from scholar grave to gay.