Under the trees . path into the shades of the forest, bringsone to the spring. A great, rudely-cutstone marks the place, and makes a kindof background for the cool, limpid pool,into which a few leaves fall from thewoods, but which belongs to the open skyand fields. There is certainly no. moregentle, reposeful scene than this; so se-cluded from the dust and whirl of citiesand thoroughfares, and yet so near toancient homes, so sweet and life-giving inits service to them, so often and so eagerlysought at all seasons and by men of allconditions. Here oftenest come the rest-less feet of children, a
Under the trees . path into the shades of the forest, bringsone to the spring. A great, rudely-cutstone marks the place, and makes a kindof background for the cool, limpid pool,into which a few leaves fall from thewoods, but which belongs to the open skyand fields. There is certainly no. moregentle, reposeful scene than this; so se-cluded from the dust and whirl of citiesand thoroughfares, and yet so near toancient homes, so sweet and life-giving inits service to them, so often and so eagerlysought at all seasons and by men of allconditions. Here oftenest come the rest-less feet of children, and their shouts arealmost the only sounds that ever break thissolitude. To me there is something inexpressiblysweet and refreshing in the familiar andyet unfailing loveliness of this place. Thefields are always peaceful, and the slowmotions of the cattle grouped here andthere under the shadows of solitary trees,or of the sheep browsing in long, irregularlines across the further meadows, give the110 t landscape tha
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