SWAYING TREE TOPS 



the pork packer and the manufac- 

 turer of soulless things! 



This morning was a spring morn- 

 ing in autumn. A thunderstorm 

 occurred last night. As I looked 

 from the window two disconnected 

 lines ran in my mind : 



Morning's at seven. 



The hillside's dew-pearled." 



Both lines were true. I climbed 

 the hill, and the mist was hanging 

 over the river. All about me was the 

 fresh and healthful world of the day 

 spring. The mist lifted and drifted, 

 more and more of the earth was re- 

 vealed, the river and the distant hills. 

 My heart and fancy were increasing- 

 ingly touched. Such is ever true. 

 There is always more to nature 

 ever widening prospects a new and 



larger call. 



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