Under the trees . throug^h a mist of legend and tradition aswell as though a landscape of substantialhistory. It has been called an epical riverbecause of the varied and sustained beautythrough which it sweeps from its mountainsources to the sea; but as I turn from it,and the visible loveliness of its banks fadesfrom sight, I recall that other landscape ofhistory and legend through which it rolls,and that, for the moment, is the reality,and the other the shadow. A web ofhuman associations spreads itself over thislong valley like a richer atmosphere; thefields are ripe with action and achieveme
Under the trees . throug^h a mist of legend and tradition aswell as though a landscape of substantialhistory. It has been called an epical riverbecause of the varied and sustained beautythrough which it sweeps from its mountainsources to the sea; but as I turn from it,and the visible loveliness of its banks fadesfrom sight, I recall that other landscape ofhistory and legend through which it rolls,and that, for the moment, is the reality,and the other the shadow. A web ofhuman associations spreads itself over thislong valley like a richer atmosphere; thefields are ripe with action and achievement;every projecting point has its story, everygentle curve and quiet inlet its memory;for many and many a decade of years lifehas touched this silent stream and human-ised its power and beauty until it has be-come part of the vast human experiencewrought out between these mountain bound-aries. As 1 think of these things and ofthe world of dear past things which theyrecall, another great river sweeps into thevision
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