Nature Is Always Hinting At Us.

Something There Is That Doesn't Love A Wall, And Wants It Down.

So Was I Once Myself A Swinger Of Birches. And So I Dream Of Going Back To Be.

All Those Who Try To Go It Sole Alone, Too Proud To Be Beholden For Relief, Are Absolutely Sure To Come To Grief.

It Takes All Sorts Of In And Outdoor Schooling To Get Adapted To My Kind Of Fooling.

The Land Was Ours Before We Were The Land's. She Was Our Land More Than A Hundred Years Before We Were Her People.