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That is the value of the lupine. The earth is blued 

 with them. Yet a third of a mile distant I do not 

 detect their color on the hillside. Perchance because 

 it is the color of the air. It is not distinct enough. 

 You passed along here, perchance, a fortnight ago, 

 and the hillside was comparatively barren, but now 

 you come and these glorious redeemers appear to 

 have flashed out here all at once. Who planted the 

 seeds of lupines in the barren soil.? Who watereth 

 the lupines in the fields? 



Journal, iv, 81, 82. 



