Under the trees . sleep; one ceases to he far enough awayfrom Nature to observe her; one becomespart of the great, silent movements in themidst of which he sits, mute and motion-less, while the hours slip by with the peaceof eternity already upon them. When I reached the end of my walk,and paused for a moment before retracingmy steps, I was conscious of the inexhausti-ble richness of the world through whichI had come ; a thousand voices had spokento me, and a thousand sights of wondermoved before me; I was awake to theuniverse which most of us see only inbroken and unintelligent dreams. Throug
Under the trees . sleep; one ceases to he far enough awayfrom Nature to observe her; one becomespart of the great, silent movements in themidst of which he sits, mute and motion-less, while the hours slip by with the peaceof eternity already upon them. When I reached the end of my walk,and paused for a moment before retracingmy steps, I was conscious of the inexhausti-ble richness of the world through whichI had come ; a thousand voices had spokento me, and a thousand sights of wondermoved before me; I was awake to theuniverse which most of us see only inbroken and unintelligent dreams. Throughall this realm of truth and poetry men havepassed and repassed these many years, Isaid to myself; and I began to wonderhow many of those now long asleep reallysaw or heard this great glad world of sunand summer! I began slowly to retracemy steps, and as I reached the summit ofthe hill and looked beyond I saw the cattlestanding knee-deep in the brook that loitersacross.
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