THOUGHTS FROM WRITINGS 



THE swallows bring us the sun- 

 beams on their wings from 

 Africa to fill the fields with 

 flowers. From the time of the arrival 

 of the first swallow the flowers take 

 heart; the few and scanty plants that 

 had braved the earlier cold are succeeded 

 by a constantly enlarging list, till the 

 banks and lanes are full of them. — ' The 

 Open Air ' : Nature on the Roof. 



IT is a curious sight to see the 

 early harvest morn — all hushed 

 under the burning sun, a morn that 

 you know is full of life and meaning, yet 

 quiet as if a man's foot had never trodden 

 the land. Only the sun is there, rolling 

 on his endless way. — 'The Open Air': 

 One of the New Voters. 



I AM simply describing the realities 

 of rural life behind the scenes. 

 The golden harvest is the first 

 scene ; the golden wheat, glorious under 



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