Part 1 — THE WOOD HARMONY.

Who knows the dim, least-traveled way Where wood-folk keep their holiday; Who knows the paths of little care Whereon the thicket-dwellers fare, Let him be heedful, lest he wake Unfriendly echoes in the brake, Or dare, with alien thought, to find His way among the timid kind. Let him beware, then, for they know The subtle footsteps of a foe. But all the wee wood-fellows spare Such welcome as they ever share To him who finds in dale and dell That undefined, familiar spell That greets the faith prepared to meet A faith as beautiful and sweet. —Frank Walcott Hutt.