So he wandered away and away With Nature, that dear old nurse, Who sang to him, night and day, The songs of the universe. In this book we shall wander together a little farther, by the seaside and by the wayside. Sometimes we shall walk on the breezy hills; sometimes in the low, marshy places, where ferns and rushes grow.…
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