. Down the year. r all, God hasgiven us a world within our reach, one we maypossess and use and enjoy. And, of course, it isnot too big for the soul he means to possess andenjoy it. The leaves are thick sometimes, and weimagine it is terrible and vast and lonely. Thencomes a day of spring, and we know it for ourown, close and homelike and accessible. I amgoing out more in the spring hereafter and findout more courage and confidence. The view is open. The leaves are all gone andone can look far down the aisles of the woods andfar into the thickets. And overhead one can seegreat stretches of sky
. Down the year. r all, God hasgiven us a world within our reach, one we maypossess and use and enjoy. And, of course, it isnot too big for the soul he means to possess andenjoy it. The leaves are thick sometimes, and weimagine it is terrible and vast and lonely. Thencomes a day of spring, and we know it for ourown, close and homelike and accessible. I amgoing out more in the spring hereafter and findout more courage and confidence. The view is open. The leaves are all gone andone can look far down the aisles of the woods andfar into the thickets. And overhead one can seegreat stretches of sky, only marked and stripedby the bare boughs. There is a peculiar impres-sion of freedom and expansion that comes fromthe openness and one has a sense of escape thatvery speedily becomes aspiration and the verysoul stretches out and up to measure up to theemancipated world. A soft glow seems to fall from the sky and fillall the open world with a wonderful cannot say the air is rosy; but if you could lO. THE VIEW IS OIEN WHEN THE DAYS GROW SOFT translate a color into a touch, that is what youwould say. The springtime is a mystic timethough; and who can say that at this wonder-period the magic is not at work, and colors arereally felt, and flavors are seen, and thoughts areheard, and music is caught upon upturned cheekor outstretched palm? So many strange thingshappen in the first wonder of life that I think itis even so. Be it as it may, there is a sweet glowover all the world. Yet there is a keenness in thewind too, a keenness that tingles through the glowlike the tang through the sweetness of wine. Itjust makes the glow more noticeable and moreeffective, gives it a spiciness so that glow andsoftness bite into the soul and lodge there. Springis the promise-time and this keenness is thesecurity for the promise. It is no flabby senti-mentality that will promise an3rthing just toplease everyone that comes out of the spring is not easy-going subterfuge to escape a
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