Under the trees . lu^^[ joy that touched the very sources of life,and made them sweet in every thought andemotion. It was Hke a new beginning inthe old, old story of time; the stains ofancient wrong, the blights of sorrow, thewrecks of hope, were gone; sweet withthe untrodden freshness of a new day laythe earth, and looked up to the heavenswith a gaze as pure and calm as their all life seemed sublimated in thatgolden sunshine; the grosser elements hadvanished, the material had become thetransparent medium of the spiritual, thediscords had blended into harmony, andone would have hea
Under the trees . lu^^[ joy that touched the very sources of life,and made them sweet in every thought andemotion. It was Hke a new beginning inthe old, old story of time; the stains ofancient wrong, the blights of sorrow, thewrecks of hope, were gone; sweet withthe untrodden freshness of a new day laythe earth, and looked up to the heavenswith a gaze as pure and calm as their all life seemed sublimated in thatgolden sunshine; the grosser elements hadvanished, the material had become thetransparent medium of the spiritual, thediscords had blended into harmony, andone would have heard without surprisethe faint, far song of the stars. The wholeworld was one vast articulate poem, andhuman life added its own strain of pene-trating sweetness. At last, after all theseyears of struggle and failure, one wasreally living! The road, slowly ascending the long wooded slope, wound its way through the forest until it brought me to the mountain path which climbs, with many a halt and 117 ^iWi.
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