Nature is all absorbed in the vast cares of 

 her maternity." 



But while I walk and meditate, letting 

 the forest tell its story to my innermost 

 thought, and recalling here only that which 

 is most obvious and superficial (who is 

 sufficient for the deeper things that lie like 

 pearls in the depths of his being?), the f 

 light grows dimmer, and I know that the 

 day has gone. I retrace my steps until 

 through the clustered trunks of the trees 

 I see once more the green meadows soft 

 in the light of sunset. As I pass over the 

 boundary line of the forest once more, 

 faint and far the song of the thrush searches 

 the wood, and, finding me, leaves its ethe- 

 real note in my memory a note wild as 

 the forest, and thrilling into momentary 

 consciousness I know not what forgotten 

 ages of awe and wonder and worship. 



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