Under the trees . a note apart from the symphony towhich the summer has moved across thetields and homes of men ; it has no kinshipwith those flooding, hquid melodies whichpoured from feathered throats through thelong golden days; there is a strain in itthat was never caught under blue skies andin the safe nesting of the familiar tields;it is the voice of solitude suddenly break-ing into sound; it is the speech of thatother world so near our doors, and yetremoved from us by uncounted centuriesand unexplored experiences. The spell of silence has been broken,and 1 venture softly toward the hidde
Under the trees . a note apart from the symphony towhich the summer has moved across thetields and homes of men ; it has no kinshipwith those flooding, hquid melodies whichpoured from feathered throats through thelong golden days; there is a strain in itthat was never caught under blue skies andin the safe nesting of the familiar tields;it is the voice of solitude suddenly break-ing into sound; it is the speech of thatother world so near our doors, and yetremoved from us by uncounted centuriesand unexplored experiences. The spell of silence has been broken,and 1 venture softly toward the hiddenfountain from which this unworldly songhas flowed; but 1 am too slow and toolate, and it remains to me a disembodiedvoice singing the old, familiar things ofa past which becomes more and more dis-tinct as 1 linger in the shadows of thisancient place. As I walk slowly on, theregrows upon me the sense of a life whichfor the most part makes no sound, and96 If I *v<jni« ?i^i^^-^ ??? ??-/<5 !??:?*.
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