THE FACE OF THE FIELDS 25 



will but see what pushes the falling leaves off, 

 what lies in slumber under the covers of the snow; 

 if we will but feel the strength of the north wind, 

 and the wild fierce joy of the fox and hound as 

 they course the turning, tangling paths of the 

 woodlands in their race with one another against 

 the record set by Life. 



