. In the forest of Arden. mm light of stars or vexed the calm of *summer seas. It is the infinite variety ^of Nature which fits response to every fneed and mood, renews for ever the 1freshness of contact with her, and [?holds us by a power of which we Inever weary because we never exhaust tits resources. ** After all, Rosalind/ I said, it wasnot the storms and the cold which madeour old life hard, and gave Nature anunfriendly aspect; it was the thingsin our human experience which gavetempest and winter a meaning not theirown. In a world in which all hearts beat ^,true, and all hands were helpf
. In the forest of Arden. mm light of stars or vexed the calm of *summer seas. It is the infinite variety ^of Nature which fits response to every fneed and mood, renews for ever the 1freshness of contact with her, and [?holds us by a power of which we Inever weary because we never exhaust tits resources. ** After all, Rosalind/ I said, it wasnot the storms and the cold which madeour old life hard, and gave Nature anunfriendly aspect; it was the thingsin our human experience which gavetempest and winter a meaning not theirown. In a world in which all hearts beat ^,true, and all hands were helpful, there jwould be no real hardship in Nature. [It is the loss, sorrow, weariness, anddisappointment of life which give darkdays their gloom, and cold its icy edge,and work its bitterness. The real sor-rows of life are not of Natures mak-ing; if faithlessness and treachery and Wfl -m 6S
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