and more into the mysteries of her hidden 

 processes, her silent but universal muta- 

 tions; the subtle vanishings and reappear- 

 ings of her presence ; they seemed to hear 

 the mighty loom on which the seasons 

 are woven, to feel through some prim- 

 itive but forgotten kinship the throes of 

 the birth -hour, the vigils of suffering, and 

 the agonies of death. Was there not in 

 such an attitude toward Nature a hint of 

 the only real fellowship with her? 







