Felicia Hemans

“ There is life, there is youth, there is tameless mirth,
Where the streams, with the lilies they wear, have birth;
There is peace where the alders are whispering low:
Come from man's dwellings, with all their woe! ”

“ To the world that is under the free blue skies!
Leave ye man's home, and forget his care—
There breathes no sigh on the dayspring's air.
Come to the woods, in whose mossy dells
A light all made for the poet dwells ”