48 THE JONATHAN PAPERS 



universe; the red-wing calls to all the sunny 

 world to be gleeful with him; the long-drawn 

 sweetness of the meadowlark floats over 

 broad meadows and wide horizons; the bobo 

 link, in the tumbling eagerness of his jubila 

 tion, is for every one to hear. But the blue 

 bird sings to himself. His gentle notes, not 

 heard but overheard, are for those who listen 

 softly. And in the Yellow Valley he is at 

 home. 



I am at home, too, and I find there some 

 thing that I find nowhere else so well. Its 

 charm is in the simpleness of its appeal : 



&quot;Only the mightier movement sounds and passes, 

 Only winds and rivers &quot; 



I bring back from it a memory of sunshine 

 and grass, bird notes and running water, the 

 broad realities of nature. Nay, more than a 

 memory a mood that holds a certain 

 poise of spirit that comes from a sense of the 

 largeness and sweetness and sufficiency of the 

 whole live, growing world. Spring grass 

 the rare fragrance of the spring air is the 

 call. The Yellow Valley holds the answer. 



