Go fish and hunt far and wide day by day, - farther and wider, -
and rest thee by many brooks and hearth-sides without misgiving.
Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth. Rise free from care
before the dawn, and seek adventures. Let the noon find thee by other
lakes, and the night overtake thee every where at home. There are no
larger fields than these, no worthier games than may here be played.
Grow wild according to thy nature, like these sedges and brakes,
which will never become English hay. Let the thunder rumble; what if
it threatened ruin to farmers' crops? That is not its errand to thee.
Take shelter under the cloud, while they flee to cars and sheds. Let
no to get a living be thy trade, but thy sport. Enjoy the land, but
own it not. Through want of enterprise and faith men are where they
are, buying and selling, and spending their lives like serfs.
O Baker Farm!
You ETs and your Stars Back