A WINTER AIOOD 235 



oak acorns, like Thoreau. In winter, 

 which lays bare the earth, man's needs 

 appear, and intensify his personal limi- 

 tations. Mutual dependence, and not 

 isolation, was the plan of creation. 

 Man needs the earth, and the earth 

 needs man's stamp of progression. 



From the village, the hill rolls up- 

 ward to our feet, and parting and 

 meeting again the hills sweep on until 

 they are shut off by the sky cover. 

 Farms near at hand, farms on the 

 slopes, farms standing boldly against 

 the horizon, and over all the white 

 wings of the dove of peace are folded. 



At last the sun fiercely breaks the 

 clouds and drops to a majestic setting. 

 There is no winter, if you can view 

 it from this point, only the splendour 

 of a tense concentration, of a power 

 beyond the present. The snow grows 

 purple, the clouds dive down the hori- 



