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Tuapeka Times, Volume II, Issue 61, 10 April 1869, Page 6

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(From the " Atlantic Monthly."} In June 't is good to lie beneath a tree. . While the blithe season comforts every sense, Steeps all the brain in rest, and heals the heart, Brhmning it o'er with sweetness unawares. Fragrant and silent as that rosy snow «■ •Wherewith the pitying apple-tree fills up And tenderly lines spme la^t year robin's, nest Under this willow often have I stretched, Feeling the warm earth like a, thing alive, And gathering virtue in at every pore Till it possessed me wholly, aud thought ceased, Or was transfused in something to which thought Is coarse and dull o| sense. Myself was lost, Gone from me like an ache, and what remained Become a part of the universal joy. My soul went forth, and, mingling with the tfee, Danced in the leaves : or, floating in the cloud, Saw*itß white double, in tho stream below ; • Or else, Bublhned to purer ectasy, Dilated in the broad blue over aIL I was the wind that dappled the lush grass, The tide that crept with cpplness to its roots, The thin-winged swallow skating on the air ; The life that gladdened everything yra§ mine. Was I then truly all that I lieUeJd? Or is this stream of being but a glass Where the mind sees its visionary self, As, when the kiugSshcr flits o'er his bay, Across the river's hollow heaven belpw His" picture flits,— another, yet the same ? But suddenly the sound of human voice Or footfall, like the drop a chemist pours, Doth in opacious cloud precipitate TJie consciousness that seemed but now dissolved Into an essence rarer than its own, And I am narrowed to myself 9990, more.