...and rude That I walk alone in grove and glen; I go to the god of the wood To fetch his word to men. Tax not my sloth that I Fold my arms beside the brook...loaded with a thought. There was never mystery But 'tis figured in the flowers ; Was never secret history But birds tell it in the bowers. One harvest...

...and rude, That I walk alone in grove and glen; I go to the god of the wood To fetch his word to men. Tax not my sloth that I Fold my arms beside the brook;...loaded with a thought. There was never mystery, But 'tis figured in the flowers, Was never secret history, But birds tell it in the bowers. One harvest...

...rude, That I walk aloue in grove and glen ; I go to the god of the wood To fetch his word to men. ' Tax not my sloth, that I Fold my arms beside the brook ; Each cloud that floateth in the sky Write* a letter in my book. ' Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flow'rs...

...Tax not my sloth, that I Fold my arms beside the brook ; Each cloud that floatcth in the sky Write! a letter in my book. ' Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flow'rs I brought, Every aster in my hand Goes home loaded with a thought. 1 There was never mystery...

...Trees, from the Cedar-tree that is in Lebanon, even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the wall." Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers...aster in my hand Goes home loaded with a thought. RW EMERSON. Your voiceless lips, oh flowers, are living preachers, Each cup a pulpit, and each leaf...

...bard Must strike the chords rudely and hard, As with hammer, or with mace, That they may render back. Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers...loaded with a thought. There was never mystery, But 'tis figured in the flowers ; Was never secret history, But birds told it in the bowers. The harvest...

...bard Must strike the chords rudely and hard, As with hammer, or with mace, That they may render back. Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers...loaded with a thought. There was never mystery, But 'tis figured in the flowers ; Was never secret history, But birds told it in the bowers. The harvest...

...§00L BT GKEOEGKE WILLIAM CUBTIS, mi A," BTC. ETc. " There 's rosemary—that 's for remembranoe." " Tax not my sloth, that I Fold my arms beside the brook; Each cloud that floated in the aky Writes a letter in my book. Ohide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers I brought— Every...

...I Fold my arms beside the brook £ach cloud that floated in the skj Writes a letter in my bi>ok. " Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers...loaded with a thought "There was never mystery But Ч is figured iu the flowers; Was never secret history But birds t«ll it in the bowers. " One harvest...

...industry, and bearing sueh rare fruit As wealth may never purehase. itrs. Sigourney's Poeme. Qiide me not, laborious band. For the idle flowers I brought; Every aster in my hand Goee home loaded with a thought. Ralph Waldo Emerson. Work for some good, be it ever so slowly ; Cherish...