Organization and Conduct of Walking Clubs

    Hush!
  With sudden gush
As from a fountain, sings in yonder bush
  The Hermit Thrush.

    Hark!
  Did ever Lark
With swifter scintillations fling the spark
  That fires the dark?

    Again,
  Like April rain
Of mist and sunshine mingled, moves the strain
  O’er hill and plain.

    Strong
  As love, O Song,
In flame or torrent sweep through Life along,
  O’er grief and wrong.

John Banister Tabb.