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conclusion. And there would be time for pondering 

 and dreaming. 



Let us be always out of doors among trees and 

 grass, and rain and wind and sun. There the breeze 

 comes and strikes the cheek and sets it aglow : the 

 gale increases and the trees creak and roar, but it is 

 only a ruder music. A calm follows, the sun shines in 

 the sky, and it is the time to sit under an oak, leaning 

 against the bark, while the birds sing and the air is 

 soft and sweet. By night the stars shine, and there 

 is no fathoming the dark spaces between those 

 brilliant points, nor the thoughts that come as it were 

 between the fixed stars and landmarks of the mind. 



Or it is the morning on the hills, when hope is as 

 wide as the world ; or it is the evening on the shore. 

 A red sun sinks, and the foam-tipped waves are 

 crested with crimson ; the booming surge breaks, and 

 the spray flies afar, sprinkling the face watching 

 under the pale cliffs. Let us get out of these indoor 

 narrow modern days, whose twelve hours somehow 

 have become shortened, into the sunlight and the 

 pure wind. A something that the ancients called 

 divine can be found and felt there still. 



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