Sometimes I rambled to pine groves, standing like temples, or

    like fleets at sea, full-rigged, h

    lig and green and s the Druids would have

    forsaken to he cedar wood beyond

    Flints Pond, h hoary blue berries,

    spiring  to stand before Valhe

    creeping juniper covers t; or to

    se

    spruce trees, and toadstools, round tables of the swamp gods, cover

    tiful fungi adorn tumps, like

    butterflies or sable winkles; whe swamp-pink and

    doghe

    s folds, and the

    wild  heir

    beauty, and empted by nameless other wild

    forbidden fruits, too fair for mortal taste.  Instead of calling on

    some sc to particular trees, of kinds

    he middle

    of some pasture, or in ths of a wood or swamp, or on a

    op; suche black birch, of which we have some handsome

    specimens t in diameter; its cousin, th

    its loose golden vest, perfumed like t; the beech, which has

    so neat a bole and beautifully liced, perfect in all its

    details, of tered specimens, I kno one

    small grove of sizable trees left in township, supposed by some

    to ed by t ed h

    beecs near by; it is o see the silver grain

    sparkle is

    occidentalis, or false elm, of w one well-grown;

    some taller mast of a pine, a sree, or a more perfect

    anding like a pagoda in t of the

    ion.  the shrines I

    visited boter.

    Once it c I stood in tment of a rainbows