THROUGH LIBRARY WINDOWS 243 



oft awakes and evokes one's strongest powers. 

 Music started wondrous emotions in the soul 

 of Laura Dearborn, the heroine of "The Pit." 

 That Egyptian Memnon emitting music at sun- 

 rise was no myth ; rather, it was an effort to ex- 

 press soul inspiration at early dawn. 



We are not here simply to be played on, but 

 we are played on and our "harp of a thousand 

 strings" vibrates most responsively to the deli- 

 cate touches of Nature and Spirit. We carry 

 within us the wonders we find without. Bryant 

 has phrased it finely — 



"Yet these sweet sounds of early season 

 And these fair sights of its early days, 

 Are only sweet when we fondly listen, 

 And only fair when we fondly gaze." 



I surely find my own complexion everywhere 

 in Nature. It is a mirror and more, almost an 

 "eidon." Wordsworth speaks of 



"The light that never was on sea or land." 

 That light is really what we mean by the poetic 

 interpretation of Nature. It is not true that 

 Nature is a blank, an unintelligible scroll with 

 no meaning of its own, no positive personality; 

 it was beautiful in form and finish long ere poet 

 was born to see it and feel it — always beautiful 



