UNDER THE TREES. 



other hand, saw more obscurely, but far more 

 deeply ; they looked less at the visible things 

 which Nature held out to them, and more into the 

 mysteries of her hidden processes, her silent but 

 universal mutations ; the subtle vanishings and re- 

 appearihgs of her presence ; they seemed to hear 

 the mighty loom on which the seasons are woven, 

 to feel through some primitive but forgotten kin 

 ship the throes of the birth-hour, the vigils of 

 suffering, and the agonies of death. Was there not 

 in such an attitude toward Nature a hint of the only 

 real fellowship with her? 



