A Few Little Thoughts for Parents of 
Pine Hills 
“Long before the birth of Odin 
Mute was thunderous ocean’s roar; 
Stillness o’er the huge earth brooding, 
Strand was none, nor rocky shore. 
“Tmir sat in lonely sadness, 
Watching o’er the fruitless globe; 
Never morning beamed with gladness; 
Never eve with dewy robe.” 
OR ages earth turned a hard, barren face to 
the sun. There were no birds, no flowers, 
no soul life. God had made the earth but had 
not created man. Everywhere silence reigned, 
save when broken by the extreme throes of 
creative nature. Ages passed, and 
“With shadows cool and sweet, 
With silence like a prayer, 
Breathing, brooding everywhere,” 
man was created. The once sterile earth blos- 
somed, fruited; and over all the sun serenely 
shone. Happily were man’s days cast with sing- 
ing birds and flowering fields, for through the 
divine ways of nature he should seek and find 
the higher life — the human soul that within him 
ran. Thus the love of nature so widely spread 
as to become almost universal, calls — 
“Come forth and bring with you a heart 
That watches and receives.” 
No barriers cramp or crowd in nature’s realm. 
Her fields are open and far-reaching, and the 
harvest sure and plentiful. Her wild bird chorus 
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