enoonfindtheebyotherlakes,andthenightovertaketheeeverywhereathome.Therearenolargerfieldsthanthese,noworthiergamesthanmayherebeplayed.Growwildaccordingtothynature,likethesesedgesandbrakes,whichwillneverbecomeEnglishhay.Letthethunderrumblewhatifitthreatenruintofarmers’crops?thatisnotitserrandtothee.Takeshelterunderthecloud,whiletheyfleetocartsandsheds.Letnottogetalivingbethytrade,butthysport.Enjoytheland,butownitnot.Throughwantofenterpriseandfaithmenarewheretheyare,buyingandselling,andspendingtheirliveslikeserfs.
OBakerFarm!
“Landscapewheretherichestelement
Isalittlesunshineinnocent.”**
“Noonerunstorevel
Onthyrail-fencedlea.”**
“Debatewithnomanhastthou,
Withquestionsartneverperplexed,
Astameatthefirstsightasnow,
Inthyplainrussetgabardinedressed.”**
“Comeyewholove,
Andyewhohate,
ChildrenoftheHolyDove,
AndGuyFauxofthestate,
Andhangconspiracies
Fromthetoughraftersofthetrees!”
Mencometamelyhomeatnightonlyfromthenextfieldorstreet,wheretheirhouseholdechoeshaunt,andtheirlifepinesbecauseitbreathesitsownbreathoveragaintheirshadowsmorningandeveningreachfartherthantheirdailysteps.Weshouldcomehomefromfar,fromadventures,andperils,anddiscoverieseveryday,withnewexperienceandcharacter.
BeforeIhadreachedthepondsomefreshimpulsehadbroughtoutJohnField,withalteredmind,lettinggo“bogging”erethissunset.Buthe,poorman,disturbedonlyacoupleoffinswhileIwascatchingafairstring,andhesaiditwashisluckbutwhenwechangedseatsintheboatluckchangedseatstoo.PoorJohnField!—Itrusthedoesnotreadthis,unlesshewillimprovebyit,—thinkingtolivebysomederivativeoldcountrymodeinthisprimitivenewcountry,—tocatchperchwithshiners.Itisgoodbaitsometimes,Iallow.Withhishorizonallhisown,yetheapoorman,borntobepoor,withhisinheritedIrishpovertyorpoorlife,hisAdam’sgrandmotherandboggyways,nottoriseinthisworld,henorhisposterity,tilltheirwadingwebbedbog-trottingfeetgettalariatotheirheels.