. Literary pilgrimages of a naturalist. hichtheir summer home. The bird cherry trees werehite angels of bloom, and from all the land farid near the incense of opening blossoms madee air sweet and rose toward the high, mysterioustar of Chocoruas peak as if in adoration of these glow of its sunset tints. Chocorua Lake wasmirror in which the glory of the summit, theue dusk of the lower ranges and its own shoresere reflected in perfect beauty. It was a sound-g-board as well, across, whose level came to ther innumerable bird songs, singing carols ofaise to the passing of day. Out of the blue:pths o
. Literary pilgrimages of a naturalist. hichtheir summer home. The bird cherry trees werehite angels of bloom, and from all the land farid near the incense of opening blossoms madee air sweet and rose toward the high, mysterioustar of Chocoruas peak as if in adoration of these glow of its sunset tints. Chocorua Lake wasmirror in which the glory of the summit, theue dusk of the lower ranges and its own shoresere reflected in perfect beauty. It was a sound-g-board as well, across, whose level came to ther innumerable bird songs, singing carols ofaise to the passing of day. Out of the blue:pths of the sky the cool of night dropped likeblessing from heaven and seemed to soften andmefy all melodies into purer, more mellow thrushes and hermits sang in the shadowsrmns of praise to the most high peak of theountain, a pantheistic worship that was old ages:fore any spires other than those of the sprucesid pointed the way to the hillocks of the pasture to the topmostmghs of the forest all bird life joined in the. cu oJ=U h/02 BIRDS OF CHOCORUA 209 worship, making the welkin ring with praise ofthe pure joy of life, a chorus that quivered intosilence only with the passing of the rose ofmystery from the very tip of the high horn ofChocorua. Nor did the silence last long. Beforethe last wood thrush had finished his Goodnight; alls well; God is good, other songs ofpraise and the joy of life were echoing fromswamp and wood and lake margin. Where thebirds had ceased a myriad other voices took upnew refrains. The dreamy trill of the tree frogssounds from the perfumed dusk, a lullaby of theworld primeval that sang the first man to sleep in some safe refuge in the deep woods. From the. distant marsh the mingled voices of innumerable hylas ring a chorus of fairy sleighbells that risesand falls as the wind of evening drifts by. No-where in the world, I believe, can one hear suchhyla choruses as he gets in May evenings frommarshy pools among the New Hampshire
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