AND OTHER DIGRESSIONS
BY HENRY VAN DYKE
I do not count the hours I spend In wandering by the sea; The forest is my loyal friend, Like God it useth me:
Or on the mountain-crest sublime, Or down the oaken glade, O what have I to do with Time? For this the day was made.
-- RALPH WALDO EMERSON
NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS MDCCCCVIII