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there will be such others as will meet the demand 

 of each soul in its earthly tabernacle. As our 

 senses delight in these fragrances and songs, and 

 in the wonderful skies, the flowing rivers, the 

 sweet springs and the great oceans that we know, 

 so something that corresponds to all these will 

 greet our greater life. With this also comes the 

 assurance that our human loves, our intimate at 

 tachments, will live, for all souls seek their or 

 dained fellowships, and souls are not, like trees 

 and flowers, bounded by the limits of those things 

 which are but shows and types, and not immortal 

 in essence, as themselves. 



Now every day hastens some new beauty and 

 grace into light and air. How rapidly they fol 

 low, there was first the rare yellow violet of the 

 cold brookside, then the common blue violet, 

 no lovelier flower grows, and now the yellow 

 wood violet, the lavish white branching violet of 

 the deep woods, the tender sky-blue violet of the 

 forest borders, are out, and the larkspur-leaved 

 violet, with its intense blue, is almost ready to ap 

 pear. The lovely dicentra now peeps from amid 

 its exquisitely cut leaves, the first corydalis blooms 

 on the mountain rocks, the mitre-wort and its 

 cousin Nancy-over-the-ground are in evidence, 

 and the early meadow rue is lifting its misty head. 

 Buttercups and daisy fleabanes are rushing into 



