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clean rows lying open to the sun, shimmering in 

 its light and heat ; meadows stretching far away 

 with rich growths of clover and timothy; gar- 

 dens laden with fragrance and fruit; long lines 

 of low hedges green and trim ; bits of openings 

 at bends of the river that look far away and 

 give a poetic perspective ; cottage homes adding 

 peculiar touches of real life, carrying associa- 

 tions of great men and women who were born 

 or lived there ; brooks emptying their sparkling 

 waters into the full flowing river as if glad to 

 be rid of the burden of individuality; winding 

 paths that run away from the river back into 

 the woods or up into the hills and how clearly 

 you see their source, so alluring to the eye; 

 these all offer chances of intimacy with nature 

 which the great highways cannot give. 



Every look and turn is alive with fresh in- 

 terest. The roads are fine, the farms are pro- 

 ductive, the villages are thrifty, the people are 

 content, the day is perfect, the sky is cloudless, 

 over and over again we exclaim — how rich and 

 lovely this outdoor life ! 



"The pleasure in my heart I bore 

 Long after it was seen no more." 



