Under the trees . f an indescribable peace will restupon the earth, but a peace that will be buta brief truce between elements soon to closein struggle again. To-day, however, onefeels the repose of a tlnished work beforethe first mellow touch of decay has full, rich foliage still shelters the pathsupon which the leaves have not yet fallen ;the meadows are green; the skies soft andbenignant. The conquest of summer isstill intact, but here and there one seesslight but unmistakable evidence that thegarrison, under cover of night, is beginningits long retreat. In such a moment onefeels a
Under the trees . f an indescribable peace will restupon the earth, but a peace that will be buta brief truce between elements soon to closein struggle again. To-day, however, onefeels the repose of a tlnished work beforethe first mellow touch of decay has full, rich foliage still shelters the pathsupon which the leaves have not yet fallen ;the meadows are green; the skies soft andbenignant. The conquest of summer isstill intact, but here and there one seesslight but unmistakable evidence that thegarrison, under cover of night, is beginningits long retreat. In such a moment onefeels a sudden sense of loneliness, as if afriend were secretly preparing to desert oneto his foes. In this pause of the season one finds thesubtle beauty and completeness of thesummer growing upon him more and the work was going forward, therewas such profound interest in the processthat one watched the turn and direction ofthe chisel rather than the surface of themarble slowly answering, line by line, the153.
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