THOUGHTS FROM WRITINGS 



Toilers of the Field ' : * The Coming of 

 Summer. 



PASS when you may, this little 

 orchard has always something, 

 because it is left to itself— I 

 had written neglected, I struck the 

 word out, for this is not neglect, this 

 is true attention, to leave it to itself, so 

 that the young trees trail over the 

 bushes and stay till the berries fall of 

 their own over-ripeness, if perchance 

 spared by the birds; so that the dead 

 brown leaves lie and are not swept 

 away unless the wind pleases; so that 

 all things follow their own course and 

 bent.— 'The Toilers of the Field': The 

 Coming of Summer. 



A JUNE rose. Something caught 

 my eye on the top of the high 

 hawthorn hedge beside the 

 Brighton road one evening as it was 



1 ' The Toilers of the Field ' : Longmans, Green & Co. 



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