disheartening in coming back to Nature and 

 finding one's self thus unwelcomed and 

 uncared for, and in the first moment of 

 disappointment an unspoken accusation of 

 change and coldness lies in the heart. The 

 change is not in Nature, however ; it is in 

 ourselves. " The world is too much with 

 us." Not until its strife and tumult fade 

 into distance and memory will those finer 

 senses, dulled by contact with a meaner life, 

 restore that which we have lost. After a 

 little some such thought as this comes to 

 us, and day after day we haunt the silent 

 streams and the secret places of the forest ; 

 waiting, watching, unconsciously bringing 

 ourselves once more into harmony with the 

 great, rich world around us, we forget the 

 tumult out of which we have come, a deep 

 peace possesses us, and in its unbroken 

 quietness the old sights and sounds return 

 again. Youth, faith, hope, and love spring 

 again out of a soil which had begun to deny 

 them sustenance ; old dreams mingle with 

 our waking hours; the old-time channels 

 of joy, long silent and bare, overflow with 

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