. In the forest of Arden. wjjami. ments were noiseless; where the light fellin subdued and gentle tones among theclosely clustered trees; and where nosound ever reached us save the organ;music of the great boughs when the J,!wind evoked their sublime harmonies. ?Many a time, as we have sat silentwhile the tones of that majestic sym-phony rose and fell about us, we seemedto become a part of the scene itself; we*^felt the unfathomed depth of a musicproduced by no conscious thought,wrought out by no conscious toil, butakin, in its spontaneity and natural-ness, with the fragrance of the
. In the forest of Arden. wjjami. ments were noiseless; where the light fellin subdued and gentle tones among theclosely clustered trees; and where nosound ever reached us save the organ;music of the great boughs when the J,!wind evoked their sublime harmonies. ?Many a time, as we have sat silentwhile the tones of that majestic sym-phony rose and fell about us, we seemedto become a part of the scene itself; we*^felt the unfathomed depth of a musicproduced by no conscious thought,wrought out by no conscious toil, butakin, in its spontaneity and natural-ness, with the fragrance of the with these thrilling notes th^e ^came to us the thought of the calm, ^reposeful, irresistible growth of Nature;!/ \snever hasting, never at rest; the silent [> ^^spreading of the tree, the steady burn-ing of the star, the noiseless flow of theriver! Was not this sublime uncon-sciousness of time, this glorious appro- 44
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