COUNTRY PLEASURES. JANUARY. Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, With quietness and beauty, and so feed Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.-WORDSWORTH, Tintern Abbey. 'Tis born with all: the love of Nature's works It is a flame that dies not even there, Where nothing feeds it. Neither business, crowds, Whatever else they smother of true worth In human bosoms, quench it or abate. COWPER, The Winter Evening. B |