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deerberry most beautiful of all its family, whose 

 name recalls the days when deer were as familiar 

 in the forest as gray squirrels are in Springfield 

 the herb robert, the evening primrose, the canina 

 violet, the Deptford pink, seven or eight species 

 of aster, four or five of golden-rod, the Queen 

 Anne s lace to represent the parsleys, and others 

 that may await naming. 



The charm of Indian summer, which has so 

 overtaken and conquered us all, may not last long; 

 but while it lasts it is incomparable in these mi 

 raculous suggestions of the underlying vitality and 

 ongoing force of the Spirit which has made all 

 this earth and through it expresses himself. If 

 God did not constantly evolve life out of life, he 

 would not live. It is God who speaks in the 

 unending glory of the seasons. All the poets 

 know it, and have known it, for they are informed 

 of him. The seasons are the type of God, where 

 with he prints before his dullard children on his 

 &quot; three mighty leaves, earth, ocean, sky,&quot; the 

 rune of &quot;might, justice, love.&quot; And the greatest 

 of these is love. 



