Looking Unto the Hills 1 2 1 



The ox-eye daisies company these closely ; amid 

 the tall grasses bloom the gay nodding lilies of 

 orange, and the upright red lilies at the edge of the 

 copse fill the eye with noble flame. The first 

 goldenrods are out, and all the loosestrife family, 

 even to the steironema ; the Canada thistle, as 

 sweet and pretty as if every farmer did not detest 

 it, the pretty but even more greedy shrubby 

 cinquefoil, and the mulleins are in evidence. But 

 not the yellows alone, that other hue of the 

 later days is beginning to show itself, the purple 

 scale of colour, descending from the linaria to the 

 lobelia, in advance of the thistles and vervains, 

 and with the asters and ironweed in prospect ; 

 while yet the daintiest of all the composite, the 

 daisy fleabanes, are profuse in bloom. Every 

 where in forest shades and pasture hillsides, the 

 multitudinous ferns are fruiting in their lavish 

 frondage. All trees and shrubs, in this early sum 

 mer climax, fill the prospect with a sense of high 

 rejoicing in vital warmth and stored moisture. 



This pervasive and potent sense of life in all 

 the earth takes possession of the senses as one 

 wanders through the wildwood pleasaunces, or re 

 clines upon the breezy mountain-top, content to 

 rest in the embracement of the divine Spirit that 

 utters by its lightest breath all these wondrous 

 and lovely phenomena. Only to look upon the 



