SWAYING TREE TOPS 



cows that had been standing to their 

 backs in the water waded ashore and 

 spread out over the meadow, crop- 

 ping the grass as they went. The 

 yellow stubble field caught the even- 

 ing sun, and was regilded with its 

 mellow light. A rattling wagon went 

 over the rise in the road beyond the 

 field, and the dust in its wake drifted 

 slowly across the roadside. It was 

 an evening when peace was the spirit 

 of everything ; everything was in love 

 and league with everything else. A 

 note of discord would have struck 

 terror to all, for that note would 

 have been unexpected. 



To view and breathe the beauty 

 and quiet of such a scene is to become 

 part of it, and wish never for a 

 separation. Thus I felt as I sat at 



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