Few friends have I, and they are much to me,
Yet fly above my poor society.
"But all about me live New-England men,
Their humble houses meet my daily gaze,—
The children of this land where Life again
Flows like a great stream in sunshiny ways,
This is a joy to know them, and my days
Are filled with love to meditate on them,—
These native gentlemen on Nature's hem.
"That I could take one feature of their life,