Under the trees . > -^^ ^^^(^ :^^i( ^^\ ^ disheartening in coming back to Nature andfinding- ones self thus unwelcomed anduncared for, and in the first moment ofdisappointment an unspoken accusation ofchange and coldness lies in the heart. Thechange is not in Nature, however; it is inourselves. The world is too much withus. Not until its strife and tumult fadeinto distance and memory will those finersenses, dulled by contact with a meaner life,restore that which we have lost. After alittle some such thought as this comes tous, and day after day we haunt the silentstreams and the secret plac
Under the trees . > -^^ ^^^(^ :^^i( ^^\ ^ disheartening in coming back to Nature andfinding- ones self thus unwelcomed anduncared for, and in the first moment ofdisappointment an unspoken accusation ofchange and coldness lies in the heart. Thechange is not in Nature, however; it is inourselves. The world is too much withus. Not until its strife and tumult fadeinto distance and memory will those finersenses, dulled by contact with a meaner life,restore that which we have lost. After alittle some such thought as this comes tous, and day after day we haunt the silentstreams and the secret places of the forest;waiting, watching, unconsciously bringingourselves once more into harmony with thegreat, rich world around us, we forget thetumult out of which we have come, a deeppeace possesses us, and in its unbrokenquietness the old sights and sounds returnagain. Youth, faith, hope, and love springagain out of a soil which had begun to denythem sustenance; old dreams mingle withour waking hours; the old-time
Size: 1375px × 1817px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1900, booksubjectnatural, bookyear1902
