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Nonentity these shadows be,—and yet, good Lord! how brave
That knavish rout doth strut and flout, then shrink into the grave!
The Wilderness breathes gentleness;—these waters bubbling free,
The gallant breeze that stirs the trees, form Heaven's own melody;
The far-stretched sky, with its bright eye, pours forth a tide of love
On every thing that here doth spring, on all that glows above.
But live with man,—his dark heart scan,—its paltry selfishness
Will show to thee, why men like me, love the lone Wilderness!
