=Forest.=

Summer or winter, day or night,
The woods are an ever-new delight;
They give us peace, and they make us strong,
Such wonderful balms to them belong:
So, living or dying, I'll take mine ease
Under the trees, under the trees.
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R.H. STODDARD: _Under the Trees._

This is the forest primeval.
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LONGFELLOW: _Evangeline,_ Introduction.


=Forgetfulness.=

Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
From God, who is our home.
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WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality._

God of our fathers, known of old--
Lord of our far-flung battle line--
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine--