Here’s to Diamond’s health, to the grand-daughter’s grace;
They are under love’s sway, which surpasses the rod;
So united and happy in every place,
With the heart of a child and the gifts of a god.
THE WILD WOOD
How wonderful the wild wood,
The fresh sweet wood with its hush.
Silent, my soul! Take thou the mood
Of Veery and of Thrush,
’Way out in the wild wood.