WOODLAND PATHS 



from rich to delicate pale, and all the last 

 year's leaves and grasses had them. Nor 

 was there a color about him which was 

 not matched and repeated a thousand fold 

 in bark and twigs and lichens and shadows 

 all through the wood. 



I had but to stand by with the great 

 moth in my mind's eye to see the whole 

 woodland bursting from its cocoon and 

 spreading its wings for .flight. As a 

 matter of fact that is what it is going to 

 do later but the time is not yet. Mean- 

 while the south rain was washing its colors 

 clear and laying bare their bright beauty. 

 In it you saw without question the prom- 

 ise of new growth and new life. Trees 

 and shrubs stood like school children with 

 shining morning faces, newly washed for 

 the coming session. All trace of dinginess 

 was gone. The yellow freckles on the 



brown cheeks of the wild cherry gleamed 

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