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be wide enough, there must be in it semitones 

 of brown, swelling beechen buds, and russets, 

 and pinks, and bronzes, and even crimsons and 

 lilacs of other expanding scales ; but in spite 

 of these I think I am right in the use of the 

 adjective which is so charming at the dawn of 

 a summer day, and so dead and cold when a 

 November night shuts down upon us. 



The grass too has a greyish tone unlike the 

 dull ochre of its March gown, since its spring- 

 ing green is feathered here and there with the 

 first silvery panicles of its quiet blossoming. 

 What an endless variety there is to the grass ! 

 Compared with its soft blending of many tints 

 and textures how crude are the best greens 

 of man's compounding ! The blessed grass ! 

 Mother ol all grains, nourisher of all life ! 

 How fit it is that of whatsoever we tire, we 

 never tire of it, since that which was the 

 softest playground for our infant feet becomes 

 the sweetest, tenderest covering for our last 

 long sleep ! Patient, humble, working always 

 for others, there is no lesson we may not learn 

 from its "clear courage." 



I should like to have a grass garden. Think 

 of the possibilities of a stretch of ground given 



