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Show WITHIN THE FOREST'S HEART. I know a little hollow, deep within the forest's heart, All odorous with breath of many pines. A narrow path strays 'neath the trees to where It hides apart, Hedged thick with ferns and tangled wild-wood wild-wood vines. 'Tis there the first spring violets unclose their purple eyes, Where leaves and sun a illckoring net-work trace, 'Tis there the woodbine reddens to its deepest autumn dyes, And goldenrod spreads out its yellow lace. I love the solitude and hush,, the sense of quiet rest, And to the little hollow oft I go, Just liko a tired child, to lay my head on Nature's breast And hoar the soothing song she whispers low. Sometimes she lulls me with the hum of honey-laden honey-laden bees, Or in a wild bird's note she's heard again. Sometimes she chants an anthem through tho mighty forest trees, To which the after silence breathes ameh. It matters not what song she sings, or grave or gay the strain, That some notes are prolonged while others cease; For in that little hollow, deep within the forest's heart, The melody of every song is peace! Pauline Frances Comp, in Town and Country. |