WE LIVE for the most part in a very iron mask 

 of forms. Our daily ways are at bottom so joy- 

 less, so trite, so compulsory, that we must be free 

 and simple sometimes, or we break. Our present 

 world is a world of remarkable civilization and of 

 very superior virtue, but it is not very natural and 

 not very happy. We need yet some snatches of 

 the life of youth — to be for a season simply happy 

 and simply healthy. We need to draw sometimes 

 great drafts of simplicity and beauty. We need 

 sometimes that poetry should be not droned into our 

 ears, but flashed into our senses. And man, with 

 all his knowledge and his pride, needs sometimes to 

 know nothing and to feel nothing but that he is a 

 marvellous atom in a marvellous world, 



— Frederic Harrison. 



