VII. 



lANY a time as a child 

 I used to lie on my 

 back in the grass and 

 stare far into the wide 

 blue sky above. It 

 seemed so soft, so ca- 

 ressing, so far away, and yet so near. 

 Then, perhaps, a tiny woolly cloud would 

 drift across its face, meet another of its 

 kind, then another and another, until 

 the massed up curtain hid the playful 

 blue, and amid grayness and chill, where 

 all had been so bright, I would hurry 



