Upon Buying a Hill Farm

This land is mine;
This wilderness of oak
And fragrant pine!

Let birds nest here
In goodly number,
The deer find forage,
And the rabbits slumber
In burrows deep and warm.
Oh. let no harm
Befall
Any small
One of them!
And let each frightened thing
That passes
Find “Welcome” written
In the tangled grasses!

GOOD HOUSEKEEPING