Under the trees . loveliness never revealed save to the glanceof unforgotten youth. The path whichleads to the spring has this unfailing charmfor me, and for many who have longceased to follow its winding course. Atthis season it is touched here and there bythe autumnal splendour, and fairly riots inthe profusion of the golden-rod, whoseyellow plumes are lighting the retreatingsteps of summer across the fields. Greatmasses of brilliant woodbine cover the stonewalls and hang from the trees along thefences. The corn, cut and stacked inorderly lines, is not without its transform-ing touch of colo
Under the trees . loveliness never revealed save to the glanceof unforgotten youth. The path whichleads to the spring has this unfailing charmfor me, and for many who have longceased to follow its winding course. Atthis season it is touched here and there bythe autumnal splendour, and fairly riots inthe profusion of the golden-rod, whoseyellow plumes are lighting the retreatingsteps of summer across the fields. Greatmasses of brilliant woodbine cover the stonewalls and hang from the trees along thefences. The corn, cut and stacked inorderly lines, is not without its transform-ing touch of colour; and while the treesstill wait for the coronation of the yearNature seems to have passed along thispath and turned it into a royal it approaches the woods, one getsglimpses of the village spires in the distance,and finds a new charm in this borderlandbetween sunlight and shadow, between soli-tude and the companionship of human little distance along the edges of thewoods, with an occasional det
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