Seeing Things 



witchery of a vapory profile in the sky, 

 the majesty of some stately statue on 

 the distant hills, or maybe a queer 

 expression painted on a pansy's petals 

 by the sunshine and the rain. 



He made friends, too, in the woods. 

 Faces were found where knot-holes 

 scarred the trunks of trees. Outlines 

 of birds and beasts were seen along 

 the banks where bluebells and in- 

 finitely dainty lady-slippers blossomed 

 in the early spring. And how happy 

 he used to be when near some moist, 

 warm spot the first "Dutchman's 

 breeches" were hung out on the line 

 by some fond waking mother! He 

 caught its close resemblance to the 

 bleeding heart of everybody's culti- 

 vated garden, and while he laughed at 

 the singular appropriateness of its 

 common name he always felt that who- 

 ever first called it "fat-man's trousers" 

 was guilty of a most atrocious offense 

 against one of the first and fairest of all 

 the northern wildwood's gifts. 

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