free-wind's

Updated: May 20, 2025

'Tis a bleak wild, but green and bright In the summer warmth and the mid-day light, There's the hum of the bee and the chirp of the wren, And the dash of the brook from the older glen. There's the sound of the bell from the scattered flock, And the shade of the beach lies cool on the rock, And fresh from the west is the free-wind's breath. There is nothing here that speaks of death. Bryant.

John R. (John Roy) Musick - The Witch of Salem: or Credulity Run Mad