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Come back, come back, 'tis Nature bids you come!
Come back once more to tarn and tangled wood, -
Come back to glen, and stream, and torrent flood, -
Come back, and 'mid the woodlands make your home:
Too long you quit the birds, the flowers, the dome
Of forest-boughs, - the dell, where once you stood
Life-thrilled, and living knew that life was good;
Too long you miss the bees, the busy hum
Of painted bodies, and the ceaseless stir
Of wings, - the sounds, the joy, the passing whirr
Of drone, or dragon-fly, - these, these and thine,
And yet you have them not, - what have you then ?
The dusky shapes, and care-worn ways, of men:
Come back, come back, to Nature and her shrine.
Samul Waddington
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