Go where the winds keep vigil o'er the trees,

Rocking the tender saplings in the breeze;

Go where the sunbeams play on rill and stream,

Making the purling waters all agleam;

Go where the birds rehearse their songs and trills

In cool retreats, led by the Whippoorwills;

Go where the bees, midst clover blooms, indulge

Their honey habit till their bellies bulge;

Go where the trout, in alder-arbored brooks,

Abate their hunger but eschew the hooks;

Go where the flowers, by fairy weavers spun,

Pour out their grateful incense to the Sun;

Go where the deer in secret nooks disport

And Nature, clad in verdure, holds her Court;

Go where—nay, stay! Yonder the artist stands,

With brush and prismy palette in her hands,

Before her easel, where the canvas seems

A masterpiece in wondrous color schemes.

What artistry! What fascinating views

Dame Nature paints! Behold the rainbow hues

That tint the dainty flowers and make the rose

Blush to its sepals when it seeks repose;

That tinge the moors and fields and turquoise sky,

And stain the Autumn leaves with crimson dye!

So tarry here, where moss and bluebells grow

Upon the floor of Nature's Studio!