. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. it clothes itself with. It answers to the temper of the wind, with smil-ing ripples, or slaty churlishness, or heaving petulance. It is glad inthe colors of sunrise, and pensive as the flames of sunset cool in thewest. Plardly a rod of its surface wears any color, when you look atit steadily, that can be said to belong to itself. And yet it does not THE PEMIGEWASSET VALLEY. 117 merely mimic what is shown to it. It takes the moods of mountain,woods, and firmament into its own being, softly flashes their joy, or issaturated with their grie
. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. it clothes itself with. It answers to the temper of the wind, with smil-ing ripples, or slaty churlishness, or heaving petulance. It is glad inthe colors of sunrise, and pensive as the flames of sunset cool in thewest. Plardly a rod of its surface wears any color, when you look atit steadily, that can be said to belong to itself. And yet it does not THE PEMIGEWASSET VALLEY. 117 merely mimic what is shown to it. It takes the moods of mountain,woods, and firmament into its own being, softly flashes their joy, or issaturated with their grief, and repeats to them their experience, asthe heart of a friend returns the color of our fortunes or our mountains stand in Natures eloquent hieroglyphics as the typesof sturdy and suffering service ; the rivers, for unwearied, cheering,hfe-renewing charities ; the httle lakes, for the beauty, the sweetness,the refreshment of that noiseless sympathy, not revealing itself in thenew products of an active beneficence like the moving waters,—f
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