I love the things which men have made,

Though man has charms, none such as these,

In him the child of nature sees.

To the Pines. 

Ye sad musicians of the wood,

Whose dirges fill the solitude,

Whose minor strains and melodies

Are wafted on the whispering breeze,

Whose plaintive chants and listless sighs,

Ascend as incense to the skies;

Do solemn tones afford relief,

With you, as men, a vent for grief?

"Inverted in fantastic form, Below the water line." EMERALD LAKE, SAN MIGUEL COUNTY, COLORADO.

Below the water line."

 

Reflections. 

On the margin of a lakelet,

In a rugged mountain clime,

Where precipice and pinnacle

Of countenance sublime,

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