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XL 

 MUSIC STAND TO LONG MEADOW. 



When you take this ramble, may you have such a 

 day as I had, when I started to go over its ground 

 one Saturday, in early summer. 



The golden sunshine of the afternoon came slant- 

 ing through the trees and the music from the Stand 

 swelled and lulled and swelled until it seemed to 

 move with the play of the breeze, harmony for har- 

 mony, melody for melody, in a sympathy of rhythm. 

 When the music rushed and thrilled with some ex- 

 alted ecstacy of harmony, the breeze seemed to rush 

 with it. Rising and swelling in sudden gusts, it 

 came sweeping through the green leaved canopies, 

 shaking them into flying silver, sending through their 

 masses, quick, quivering radiances of light which 

 twinkled like falling rain. At every gust, wave after 

 wave of dancing light played througn the illumined 

 green. When these gusts came the shimmering 

 beat of light over the glorified leaves, was music to 

 the eye as much as the sonorous and swelling ca- 

 dences of the orchestra thrilled music to the ear. 

 Through the pauses of the music, sounded ever, like 

 an echo of waters falling in the heart of the woods, 

 the rustling of the leaves overhead, sounds full of 

 cool suggestions, contentment and refreshment of the 

 soul. 



