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WAYFARERS 



MANY moods lead us to seek the flower 

 in the landscape; as many as the months, 

 and like them, grouping naturally into 

 four seasons. First the awakening, the mood inti- 

 mate, that draws to close contact and minute in- 

 spection, in contrast to the mood impersonal, that 

 sees from afar and is satisfied with wide expanse 

 and general effect. The insatiable ranging mood 

 implies a dash of sporting blood in the veins; while 

 the passive mood of the mere spectator, for whom 

 the passing of the flower pageant is an unexacting 

 amusement, is by far the most usual of all. 



As man, in the making of highways and the 

 threading of grassy lanes, has invaded the haunts 

 of the wild flowers, these in turn, true to their 

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