Music of the Wild 



But its time of greatest glory is in the first 



ai)pearance, when anything else that may he in 



The flower is A\'hite or faint pink and lavender, and 



Redbud s Qjjjy serves as a hackoround for its tones of posi- 



Hour of . • . . , 



Glory tive color. This hint of nature should he reniem- 

 hered well hy lo^'ers of the redhud. It is ex- 

 tremely choice ahout its setting. It refuses to tol- 

 erate color other than green, white, or modifica- 

 tions of its o\\n shades. The trees are numerous 

 along the "Wahash and in the woods, so that — 

 hlooming hefore leafage and almost first, and 

 seeming to commingle ^itli the mist and haze of 

 early sj^ring — they touch the horizon A\'ith a faint 

 purple that melts into the blue of the sky and the 

 lazy white clouds. 



Then comes the time to worship the river. Not 

 even when decorated in the gold of tree bloom is 

 it so exquisitely lovely, so delicate to look upon. 

 Few leaves are unfolded, and those a faint green- 

 ish-yellow; the magenta masses on the banks, the 

 water singing loudest at high tide, the purple mists 

 in the air, and fleecy clouds over all. Returning 

 birds are warbling in a craze of joy at liome-com- 

 ing, and we look and listen with eyes and ears 

 liungering for just tliis after the long days of 

 winter. 



To the accompaniment of water ^"oices are 

 added songs of birds on the l)anks. Inishes, and 

 trees, and the animals that live beside it. The sun 



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