112 THE FRIENDSHIP OF NATURE 



the sun smoke, clasping the horizon 

 with their clinging fingers; shadows of 

 evening melody, shadows of pine fra- 

 grance, until all the shadows gather to 

 line the sky arch and make it night. 



The day is too short for the labours 

 and pleasures crowding it, so that it 

 would borrow time from the night; but 

 night has need of its own hours, for 

 sleeping Nature has its moods and 

 attributes as well as Nature waking. 

 When the warring day forces are at 

 rest, and their star-angled differences 

 converged, then in quiet may we look 

 upon our mother earth, may hear her 

 voices, and see in waking dreams the 

 pictures that man can never chain to 

 canvas as he does the things of day. 



Day is relentless, boundless, pushing 

 in its thoughts and suggestions; one 

 road opens upon another and every 

 path has its branches. Walk in the 



