sounds borne to my ear t

    er, my Good Genius seemed to say -- Go fis far

    and  thee by many

    brooks and  misgiving.  Remember tor in

    the dawn, and

    seek adventures.  Let the

    nigake t here are no larger fields

    than may here be played.  Grow wild

    according to ture, like these sedges and brakes, which will

    never become Englis t if it

    ten ruin to farmers crops?  t is not its errand to thee.

    take ser under to carts and sheds.

    Let not to get a living be trade, but t.  Enjoy the

    land, but o not.  t of enterprise and faith men are

    wheir lives like

    serfs.

    O Baker Farm!

    quot;Landscape

    Is a little suns.quot; ...

    quot;No one runs to revel

    On t; ...

    quot;Debate  thou,

    itions art never perplexed,

    As tame at t sight as now,

    In t gabardine dressed.quot; ...

    quot;Come ye who love,

    And ye we,

    Che holy Dove,

    And Guy Faux of tate,

    And hang conspiracies

    From tougers of trees!quot;

    Men come tamely  nig field or

    street, heir life pines

    because it breats oheir shadows,

    morning and evening, reaceps.  e

    sures, and perils, and

    discoveries every day, er.

    Before I  out

    Joered mind, letting go quot;boggingquot; ere t.

    But urbed only a couple of fins while I was

    catcring, and  was  when we

    cs in t luck cs too.  Poor John Field!