May be true what I had heard,-
Earth's a howling wilderness,
Truculent with fraud and force,"
Said I, strolling through the pastures,
And along the river-side.
Caught among the blackberry vines,
Feeling on the Ethiops sweet,
Pleasant fancies overtook me.
I said, " What influence me preferred,
Elect, to dreams thus beautiful?"
The vines replied, " And didst thou deem
No wisdom to our berries went?"