SWAYING TREE TOPS 



down the grade of his years to the 

 springtime, with its awakening, and 

 also forward down the slope, where 

 his feet must go to the winter and its 

 sleep. In the past experience there 

 are moments that he would live over. 

 As he goes down to the expected, 

 yet unknown end, there are moments 

 when he would tarry in the ecstasy 

 of indolent enjoyment. He who 

 stands at the summit of his journey, 

 in the maturity of his years, may feel 

 it as pleasant to track back to the 

 cradle as to break forward to the 

 grave. 



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