THE DEEP-SEA 



COLOUR 



DAYS IN MY GARDEN 



where, variety of conception abounds. We are 

 powerless to grasp the intricate greatness of the 

 Web of Design, dumbfounded when we try to con- 

 template the Spinner ! 



Read what has been found in the grappled catch 

 from the deepest waters of the sea, where below the 

 sparkling dancing waves lies the unthinkable region 

 of the Deep-Sea, a place of impenetrable darkness, 

 absolute cold stillness, imperturbable calm ; yet in 

 that eternal abode of silence and blackness, where 

 no eye can ever catch a beam of light, there are 

 wondrous colours, red, orange, yellow, shades of 

 marvellous blues, but for what purpose who can say ? 



Surely Nature's colour-box is her most priceless 

 possession, yet we are sometimes almost made to 

 think she paints alone for bees and butterflies, and 

 an army of creeping, crawling creatures ; we lose 

 much when we become ultra-scientific, the poetry 

 has gone, stripped of its robe the naked facts lie 

 gaunt and unattractive. I always like to think that 

 with the gift of sight to man came the gift of colour 



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also to satisfy it, 'tis too good for bees, which see not 



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