Rambling Rivers 



Then your eye is caught by the beauty of a tree-cov- 

 ered bluff that overlooks the bend in the river. If you could 

 say or sing what you feel, the speech or the song would 

 be worth the hearing. It is a kind of wordless wonder. It 

 is unvocalized eloquence. It is unsung music. But the 

 birds in the boughs essay to sing it. These bending treetops 

 in full foliage, the slow creep of shadows, the floods of light 

 between the shaded banks, and the color-play across the 

 scene make an apocalypse of beauty at the river-bend. 



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