SWAYING TREE TOPS 



the garb of the conventional slips 

 away, and natural and free our spirits 

 mount to greet the dawn. A few 

 hours hence we may be perplexed, 

 and tired, and angry, but now the 

 rush of our life is stayed. 



I raised the oars and motionless 

 awaited the first ray of the sun. The 

 last vestige of care dropped with the 

 trickle of the water from the blades. 

 Calmed and satisfied, I let the morn- 

 ing breeze bear me where it would. 

 I had already entered the harbor of 

 peace. Could I have kept that joy, 

 the secret sought for ages would have 

 been mine. 



As the sun flashed red against the 

 cottage windows on the western 

 shore, I turned back to the pier by the 

 eastern bluff. Rowing slowly shore- 



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