SWAYING TREE TOPS 



works, in the successful, the spectacle 

 of a veneered, showy society, dwell- 

 ing in imitation palaces; in the un- 

 successful, squalid poverty and dirt. 



So, I take to the life that is re- 

 moved from the little hurries and the 

 great. In the atmosphere of plenty 

 of time I walk the quaint streets of 

 towns whose church bells were cast, 

 perhaps, in foundries across the sea, 

 yet ring just as clear in the Sab- 

 bath quiet as when they first spoke 

 from the century-old steeples; or, I 

 go along the shaded road which leads 

 by the opulent plantation, over whose 

 great-house the live oak stretches; 

 or, I wind up the mountain trail to 

 the ranch buildings which overlook 

 the far-stretching acres. 



And I am content to live slowly, 



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