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A SUMMER MORNING. 89 



islands are like swans swimming in a golden stream. 

 Peace, splendor, boundless space !....! long to 

 catch the wild bird, happiness, and tame it. These 

 mornings impress me indescribably. They intoxi 

 cate me, they carry me away. I feel beguiled out 

 of myself, dissolved in sunbeams, breezes, perfumes, 

 and sudden impulses of joy. And yet all the time 

 I pine for I know not what intangible Eden.&quot; In 

 these few words this master of poetic meditation 

 suggests without expressing the indescribable im 

 pression which a summer carries into every sensi 

 tive nature. 



Last night the world was sorrowful, worn, and 

 dulled ; but lo ! the new day has but touched it 

 and all the invisible choirs are heard again ; the 

 old hope returns like a tide, and out of the unseen 

 depths a new life breaks soundless upon the unseen 

 shores and sends its hidden currents into every 

 dried and empty channel and pool. The worn old 

 world has been created anew, and God has spoken 

 again the word out of which all living things grow. 

 In the silence and peace and freshness of this 

 morning hour one feels the inspiration of nature as 

 a direct and personal gift ; the inbreathing, which 

 has renewed the beauty and fertility about him, 

 renews his spirit also. He responds to the fresh 

 and invigorating atmosphere with a soul sensitive 

 with sudden return of zest to every beautiful sight 

 and sound. No longer analien in this world which 

 has never known human care and regret, he enters 



