CORN AND BEANS, ETC. 349 



the eastern horizon the retreating storm sends 

 up occasional flashes, that seem like regretful 

 thoughts of the past. Then night comes on, 

 cool, moonlit, breathless. Not a leaf stirs 

 where an hour before the sturdiest limbs bent to 

 the earth. This must be Nature's commentary 

 on the "peace that passeth all understanding." 



