Where halcyon days sped on their flight Ne’er haunted by perspective’s blight Or harbingers of woe and it goes on to announce in Wordsworthian vein that Wild rural haunts and running brooks Relaxed from studying worn out books Were made a loved resort. 36 There is bound to be an ambivalence of attitude in the child who loves nature passionately but is kept by ill health from a wholehearted, unthinking participation in nature’s energies.