THE WOOD HARMONY.
Who knows the dim, least-traveled way
Where wood-folk keep their holiday;
Who knows the paths of little care
Whereon the thicket-dwellers fare,
Let him be heedful, lest he wake
Unfriendly echoes in the brake,
Or dare, with alien thought, to find
His way among the timid kind.
Let him beware, then, for they know
The subtle footsteps of a foe.
But all the wee wood-fellows spare
Such welcome as they ever share
To him who finds in dale and dell
That undefined, familiar spell
That greets the faith prepared to meet
A faith as beautiful and sweet.
—Frank Walcott Hutt.