no UNDER THE TREES. 



and bare, overflow with streams that restore a lost 

 world of beauty in our souls. We have come back 

 to Nature, and she has not denied us, in spite of 

 our disloyalty. 



I know of nothing more full of deep delight 

 than this return of the old companionship, this 

 restoration of the old intimacy. Flow much there 

 is to recall, how many confidences there are to be 

 exchanged ! The days are not long enough for all 

 we would say and hear. Such hours come in the 

 pine woods ; hours so full of the strange silence of 

 the place, so unbroken by customary habits and 

 thoughts, that no dial could divide into fragments 

 a day that was one long unbroken spell of wonder 

 and delight. So remote seemed all human life 

 that even memory turned from it and lost herself 

 in silent meditation ; so vast and mysterious was 

 the life of Nature that the past and the future 

 seemed part of the changeless present. The light 

 fell soft and dim through the thickly woven 

 branches and among the densely clustered trunks ; 

 underneath, the deep masses of pine needles and 

 the rich moss spread a carpet on which the heaviest 

 footfall left the silence unbroken. It was a place 

 of dreams and mysteries. 



&quot; Heed the old oracles, 



Ponder my spells ; 

 Song wakes in my pinnacles 



When the wind swells. 

 Soundeth the prophetic wind, 

 The shadows shake on the rock behind, 



