SWAYING TREE TOPS 



then runs out in the level of the val- 

 ley for a mile or more, breaks into 

 rolling hills, and mounts the other 

 side as precipitously as it falls away 

 below me. In the mornings, looking 

 at this view, a sense of the delightful 

 freshness of the unspoiled, because 

 untouched, vale and mountain comes 

 upon me. Looking later, when the 

 sun's rays are direct, and the purple 

 haze has deepened in the canon, the 

 intense quiet of the hour dispels my 

 morning haste, and I am content to 

 lie tranquilly with half-closed eyes, 

 dreaming that what I see is a fore- 

 look at one of those beautiful, 

 heavenly valleys that God shall show 

 me, perhaps, in the aftertime. Look- 

 ing thus on a summer noonday at a 

 haze-flooded valley, the real and the 



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