. In God's out-of-doors. Natural history. How this waste shames us since men and women have eyes for seeing! They are not blind. It were a mercy if one did not see that he were blind, because the blind are not blameworthy for their lack of sight. Deserts are flowerless; but this habitable world is a tangle of beauties, like the interlacing of the sunshine and the shadows in a sum- mer wood when sunlight rules the sky. A world full of loveliness, and we see it not! That sounds a requiem. "Having eyes, see not," is our pathos. That word haunts me as mourners haunt the grave of their de
. In God's out-of-doors. Natural history. How this waste shames us since men and women have eyes for seeing! They are not blind. It were a mercy if one did not see that he were blind, because the blind are not blameworthy for their lack of sight. Deserts are flowerless; but this habitable world is a tangle of beauties, like the interlacing of the sunshine and the shadows in a sum- mer wood when sunlight rules the sky. A world full of loveliness, and we see it not! That sounds a requiem. "Having eyes, see not," is our pathos. That word haunts me as mourners haunt the grave of their dear dead. May not a prophet's prayer for his servant be a prayer uttered in our behalf as well? "1 pray thee, open the young man's eyes that he may ; So many dusks and dawns nobody watches. 1 resent people running mad over carnivals and slighting the pageants of the morning and the night, worth a grimage about pil- our world to catch sight of once. One sunset in a decade; how thronged the way would be that led to its mountain! One in a week; who watches? Pity the blind who, having eyes, see not benignant angel standing near,. Edward Rowland Sill tells a "This is our earth —most friendly earth and fair:" and he was right. His praise was scant, not profuse. A mercy to the heart is the ubiquity of this loveliness. Some beauty abides everywhere. Deserts are flowerless; but night and moonlight on the far-stretching sands are so beautiful as fairly to stoop beneath their load. Beauty blooms unseen in shaded woodlands; in corn-rows; infield corners; on barbed wires, where wild vines tangle and blur the green of leaves with the surprise of flowers; on garbage heaps; among cinders; on rocky ledges; in quiet pools as Ulies; in quiet skies as stars; purpling the hollows in remote mountains, and making the far hills blue as the far sea; voyaging as clouds; stationary as trees; wandering as a child with tangled hair and laughing face; vines visible, drooping over tu
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