Old Concord, her highways and byways; . e dancing lightof a sunl^eam. The winds that break and twistthe writhing forms of the oak and maple, the alderand the pine, do not come near thee to ruffle thyfair surface. It is as if the gentlest of hands hadsoothingly passed over thy shining face, that wasthenceforth to image only the reflection of theDivine content, expressed at the birth-throe ofcreation — and God saw that it was good. And on the morrow the easy-going horse, beingclothed in his right mind once more, comes humblyup to the door while the pilgrims are eating theirmorning repast, pokes
Old Concord, her highways and byways; . e dancing lightof a sunl^eam. The winds that break and twistthe writhing forms of the oak and maple, the alderand the pine, do not come near thee to ruffle thyfair surface. It is as if the gentlest of hands hadsoothingly passed over thy shining face, that wasthenceforth to image only the reflection of theDivine content, expressed at the birth-throe ofcreation — and God saw that it was good. And on the morrow the easy-going horse, beingclothed in his right mind once more, comes humblyup to the door while the pilgrims are eating theirmorning repast, pokes his nose within, as one whowould say, Here I am ; take me, his eye shining-clear with Dutys light. And so, easily forgiven, he is trusted once morev;ith the environment of harness and shafts, and heturns his head to gaze triumphantly at the familiarold dashboard and the vehicle with its gentle slopethat accommodates a tired-out spring; and he for-gets his sin of the day before, and is content asa child with himself and all the
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