Under the trees . m h/ /i;: at an end. The crowd linger a little, gathera few faded leaves, and depart; a few — avery few —wait. Now that the throngshave vanished and the revelry is over, theyare conscious of a deep, pervading quie-tude ; these are days when something touchesthem with a sense of near and sacred fellow-ship ; Nature has cast aside her gifts, andgiven herself. For there is a somethingbehind the glory of summer, and they onlyhave entered into real communion withNature who have learned to separate herfrom all her miracles of power and beauty;who have come to understand that sheliv
Under the trees . m h/ /i;: at an end. The crowd linger a little, gathera few faded leaves, and depart; a few — avery few —wait. Now that the throngshave vanished and the revelry is over, theyare conscious of a deep, pervading quie-tude ; these are days when something touchesthem with a sense of near and sacred fellow-ship ; Nature has cast aside her gifts, andgiven herself. For there is a somethingbehind the glory of summer, and they onlyhave entered into real communion withNature who have learned to separate herfrom all her miracles of power and beauty;who have come to understand that shelives apart from the singing of birds, theblossoming of tlowers, and the waving ofbranches heavy with leaves. The Greeks saw some things clearlywithout seeing them deeply; they inter-preted through a beautiful mythology allthe external phenomena of Nature. Thepeople of the farther East, on the otherhand, saw more obscurely, but far moredeeply; they looked less at the visiblethings which Nature held out to them,18. mf^
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