Under the trees . d of beautyin our souls. We have come back toNature, and she has not denied us, in spiteof our disloyalty. I know of nothing more full of deepdelight than this return of the old compan-ionship, this restoration of the old much there is to recall, how manyconfidences there are to be exchanged!The days are not long enough for all wewould say and hear. Such hours come inthe pine woods; hours so full of the strangesilence of the place, so unbroken by custom-ary habits and thoughts, that no dial coulddivide into fragments a day that was onelong unbroken spell of wonde
Under the trees . d of beautyin our souls. We have come back toNature, and she has not denied us, in spiteof our disloyalty. I know of nothing more full of deepdelight than this return of the old compan-ionship, this restoration of the old much there is to recall, how manyconfidences there are to be exchanged!The days are not long enough for all wewould say and hear. Such hours come inthe pine woods; hours so full of the strangesilence of the place, so unbroken by custom-ary habits and thoughts, that no dial coulddivide into fragments a day that was onelong unbroken spell of wonder and remote seemed all human life that evenmemory turned from it and lost herself insilent meditation; so vast and mysteriouswas the life of Nature that the past andthe future seemed part of the changeless pres-ent. The light fell soft and dim throughthe thickly woven branches and among thedensely clustered trunks; underneath, thedeep masses of pine needles and the rich 162mil W!/l//V-Mfy^/M^^y^/y^^^^.. K{A. ^fe^
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