THE PAGEANT OF SUMMER 



sider the grasses and the oaks, the 

 swallows, the sweet blue butterfly they 

 are one and all a sign and token showing 

 before our eyes earth made into life. So 

 that my hope becomes as broad as the 

 horizon afar, reiterated by every leaf, sung 

 on every bough, reflected in the gleam of 

 every flower. There is so much for us 

 yet to come, so much to be gathered, and 

 enjoyed. Not for you or me, now, but 

 for our race, who will ultimately use this 

 magical secret for their happiness. Earth 

 holds secrets enough to give them the 

 life of the fabled Immortals. My heart is 

 fixed firm and stable in the belief that 

 ultimately the sunshine and the summer, 

 the flowers and the azure sky, shall 

 become, as it were, interwoven into man's 

 existence. He shall take from all their 

 beauty and enjoy their glory. Hence it 

 is that a flower is to me so much more 

 than stalk and petals. When I look in 

 the glass I see that every line in my face 

 means pessimism ; but in spite of my face 



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