. Down the year. So the snow falls, and the blessings come, andI cannot see them until they stand out againstthe dark things my eyes will turn to in spite ofme. But because the snow and the blessingscome, and because they make the brown all themore beautiful and are made the more beautifulby it, and because they can come from nowhereelse, I know that up yonder above the planed topof the field of my vision, up there somewhere be- 155 DOWN TJIK YEAR yond the browns and gray and sereness, inclosingthem all, glorifying them all, loving them all,and using them all—brown trees and gray cloudand whit
. Down the year. So the snow falls, and the blessings come, andI cannot see them until they stand out againstthe dark things my eyes will turn to in spite ofme. But because the snow and the blessingscome, and because they make the brown all themore beautiful and are made the more beautifulby it, and because they can come from nowhereelse, I know that up yonder above the planed topof the field of my vision, up there somewhere be- 155 DOWN TJIK YEAR yond the browns and gray and sereness, inclosingthem all, glorifying them all, loving them all,and using them all—brown trees and gray cloudand white flake and sere field and sober heartand patient soul—is God. It is a strange and wonderful time when thesnow falls. 156 WINTER DUSK . Beyond the casements angled glow The meadow stretches, cold and dim;Beyond the mead a bare hedgerow, Above the hedge, like rapiers eerie birch boughs slash and scar The rigid, freezing, steely sky;Above the ghostly tree a star— Beyond the star—wide mystery. 157.
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