NATURE AND THE PSALMIST 291 



the summer exodus through the countryside in auto- 

 mobiles is enough to give the world again the quick, 

 poetic, instinctive sense of the divinity of rocks and 

 trees and springing crops, we can more than ever feel 

 the need for a return to primal wonder. God will not 

 speak in the market till he has whispered in the still 

 places. To invest stocks and stones with the incom- 

 municable Name is not an act of childishness, but of the 

 deepest wisdom, the wisdom of the heart that worships 

 and is amazed, that re-creates in meditation the powers 

 by which men live. In the fever of our modern life we 

 cannot return to Nature too intimately. We have as 

 yet, in spite of our pose, hardly begun that return. The 

 ancient nurse awaits our humbleness. 



