THOUGHTS FROM WRITINGS 



strange forms of life. In the hearts of 

 most of us there is always a desire for 

 something beyond experience. Hardly 

 any of us but have thought, Some day 

 I will go on a long voyage; but the 

 years go by, and still we have not sailed. 

 —'The Open Air': Red Roofs of London. 



THE streamlet in the woods is 

 full before the dove alights to 

 drink at it ; the flower in the 

 grass has expanded before the butterfly 

 comes. A great passion does not leap 

 into existence as violets sprang up 

 beneath the white feet of Aphrodite. 

 It has grown first. The grapes have 

 ripened in the sun before they are 

 plucked for wine.— 'The Dewy Morn.' l 



OF old, old time the classic women 

 in the ' Violet Land ' of Greece 

 went out to the sunrise, and, 

 singing to Apollo, the sun, prayed that 



i ' The Dewy Morn ' : Richard Bentley and Son. 

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