COLOUR 



the gold of harvest fields, heed not the greens of 

 spring-dressed woods, backed by the heavenly mag- 

 nificence of a setting sun in floods of crimson fire, 

 ere it dips below land's purple rim ; they draw no 

 honey-store from ruddy sandstone cliffs that cleave 

 the verdant shore, where laughing blue waves, snow- 

 crested, break in green and opal. 



All thanks to the bees which have helped to 

 heighten the brilliance of our Floral Feast, and have 

 increased the fragrance of perfume ; a noble work 

 indeed, to which they add their gift of sweetness, 

 and though we gain through them some faint insight 

 of Nature's methods, we are still left to wonder why 

 the violet flowers are violet-blue and why they are 

 sweet, nay, when we look deeper, why they have 

 flowers at all. 



Ruskin says : ' Of all God's gifts to the sight of 

 man, colour is the holiest and the most divine, the 

 most solemn... and the purest and most thoughtful 

 minds are those which love colour the most.' Every- 

 where in the vast world Nature's brush is at work, and 

 when upon the Earth's face the sunbeams fall, laden 

 with their invisible paints, we watch the colours of 



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