Meadow and Mountain 



The other day a man went to gather " Moonstones" 

 among the sea-sands. He had lived for fifty years. For 

 many years he had lived almost in sight of the sea. Coming 

 home one day lately, he said with a sense of subdued won- 

 der, "I have lived years by the sea, but I did not know that 

 all the while it was so wonderful!" In hearing of it all, but 

 he had not heard the wondrous singing of the sea; in sight 

 of the beautiful sea, but he had not seen its beauty. Are 

 there not others who live next door to Beauty, not knowing 

 that she is at home? 



The microscope has shown us enough beauty in the 

 moss on a weather-beaten fence, or in the green scum of the 

 algae on a pond to make Hogarth and Turner laugh aloud 

 with delight and wonder. Such beauty is not only for the 

 few, but for the many, who may sight her footsteps every- 

 where. 



Beauty awakens in us a delightsome sense of wonder 

 and harmony. The form of beauty may be old, but the 



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