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it for long. Though they fill its current 

 with rubbish, the little stream will be as 

 pure and untainted the following day, as 

 though it had not been defiled. It can- 

 not contain grossness any more than the 

 spirit of love can entertain hate. All day 

 long it cleanses its heart that the stars of 

 night may behold their brightness in its 

 bosom. 



There was a soft twitter in a deep 

 clump of alder bushes near by, and a mo- 

 ment later the full song of the hermit 

 thrush, joy-laden as the breath of morn- 

 ing and sweet as the notes of the flute, 

 floated out on the air. Again and again 

 the song was repeated, while I listened 

 breathlessly. I had never heard this rare 

 songster so near before, and the experi- 

 ence thrilled me with a poet's delight. 

 The song ceased and the very silence 

 seemed to be calling for more, when the 



