. Love and the light; an idyl of the Westland ... ers, is that ofteacher. The New England youth and thefictitious narrator of the story were collegechums, and it is through the latter that theformer, while on a visit to the West, becomesacquainted with the young woman whom herecognizes as his fate. The mutual relationsof the pair, with the pros and cons of the greatproblem dividing them—the problem of athe-ism versus religion—form the backbone of thenarrative. CONTENTS Part One—-Maid and Lover 1 Part Two—Meeting 12 Part Three—Parting 29 Part Four—Return 43 Part Five—Disillusion 59 Part Six—Des
. Love and the light; an idyl of the Westland ... ers, is that ofteacher. The New England youth and thefictitious narrator of the story were collegechums, and it is through the latter that theformer, while on a visit to the West, becomesacquainted with the young woman whom herecognizes as his fate. The mutual relationsof the pair, with the pros and cons of the greatproblem dividing them—the problem of athe-ism versus religion—form the backbone of thenarrative. CONTENTS Part One—-Maid and Lover 1 Part Two—Meeting 12 Part Three—Parting 29 Part Four—Return 43 Part Five—Disillusion 59 Part Six—Despair 84 Part Seven—Illumination 93 Notes 123 These notes are designed especially for students, butthe general reader may also find them helpful. For theinformation of those imfamiliar with text-book annota-tions, it need only be said that the numeral attachedto the word or phrase requiring explanation is thenumber of the note explaining it. Each note has a likereference to the page on which the word or phrase maybe foimd. J •. LOVE AND THE LIGHT An Idyl of the Westland MAID AND LOVER IN A VALLEY mountain-girdled,Mid the heave on heave of summits,Lifting to the sky like billowsWhitened with the foam of ages;In a village in that valleyDwelt a Maiden fair as than the breath of evening. 2 LOVE AND THE LIGHT Autumn-blown from piney woodlands,Kissing clover fields and meadows,Sighing through the scented branchesOf rare orchards, apple-laden. There this dainty flower, into fairest in grace and beauty,Glorified the village garden. There I knew her, there I loved her—but of that no twas as friend or brother. Not alone her charm of person, Loveliness of form and feature; Mental gifts and moral graces. Jewels of the mind and spirit. Fit to shine in haunts of sages. Or in palaces of princes— These were hers, mid other treasures. Humble though the home surroundings—Cottage-nest with neat envi
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