134 Walks in New England 



grow calm and sane. Over all this wide &quot; gannet s 

 bath &quot; ply the winds of the east, as before man 

 set foot on the wild shores of America ; over 

 the great sweeping hills rush the western winds 

 with the tang of the north filling them now and 

 again, as when no man had sought a northwest 

 passage for commerce or thought to discover the 

 north pole. These at least are yet untouched by 

 the transient race of man. 



And what wonderful gifts are these the winds 

 bring over the salt foam and the great wilder 

 nesses, gifts of new living force and fresh de 

 light, which sooth our frayed and fretted sensa 

 tions, and bring to us healing and heartsome 

 purpose. They are indeed no less than the voice 

 of God walking in the garden in the cool of the 

 day. Tis all the cool of the day for the spirit 

 that formed this scene of earth, and is not bound 

 by our petty limitations. We measure everything 

 by our own small yardstick we time what is 

 done by our yo-year clocks, and remember not 

 what Jesus said to us all, as he looked forth over 

 the hills of Judea, and noted the lilies and the 

 birds, and rebukingly said : &quot; Shall he not much 

 more clothe you, O ye of little faith?&quot; And 

 we know that we shall yet be clothed upon in the 

 home that is to come in beauty equal to that of 

 the earth which is our present habitation. 



