IS IT A LIFE OF FEAR? 75 



face of a child, asleep in winter, awake in spring and 

 summer, a face of life and health always, as much 

 in the falling leaf as in the opening bud, as much 

 under the covers of the snow as in the greensward 

 of the spring, as much in the wild, fierce joy of fox 

 and hound as they course the turning, tangling paths 

 of the woodlands in their fateful race as in the song 

 of brook and bird on a joyous April morning. 



