My First Summer 



to form, beauty to beauty, ever changing, 

 never resting, all are speeding on with 

 love's enthusiasm, singing with the stars the 

 eternal song of creation. 



July 20. Fine calm morning; air tense 

 and clear; not the slightest breeze astir; 

 everything shining, the rocks with wet 

 crystals, the plants with dew, each receiving 

 its portion of irised dewdrops and sunshine 

 like living creatures getting their breakfast, 

 their dew manna coming down from the 

 starry sky like swarms of smaller stars. 

 How wondrous fine are the particles in 

 showers of dew, thousands required for a 

 single drop, growing in the dark as silently 

 as the grass ! What pains are taken to keep 

 this wilderness in health, showers of snow, 

 , showers of rain, showers of dew, floods of 

 light, floods of invisible vapor, clouds, winds, 

 all sorts of weather, interaction of plant 

 on plant, animal on animal, etc., beyond 

 thought! How fine Nature's methods! How 

 deeply with beauty is beauty overlaid ! the 

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