Excerpt from The Sweet Briar Magazine, Vol. 14: November, 1922 The pine trees were my orchestra divine The streamlets tuned their forks for me, The. Birds were erstwhile choristers of mine, The hills my never ending symphony. The organ voice of God was in the seas, And nocturnes murmured in the summer rain My song-companions once, were all of these, And now they call on me to Sing again. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.