SUMMER 105 



earth, air, and light, men and barnacles, 

 and delivered themselves to abstractions. 

 The sun ! Light ! Heat ! Let us go to 

 the source. Let us be Parsees. Be distant 

 with men, once in a while, for sanity's sake. 

 Let their tumult come to you softened, as 

 their Sunday bells sound across the fields. 

 Then they, too, will seem to fit into the 

 scheme of things, which is all beauty, ex- 

 cept where man has made it otherwise. 



And I cannot think our yard is other- 

 wise in its dress of flowers this summer. 



