THE LANDSCAPE BEAUTIFUL 



To-day I looked up into the arched 

 heavens and saw them filled with beauties 

 and delights. How delicate, how varied, 

 how splendid are the clouds! One might 

 make a lifetime study of them. Yet it is 

 hardly worth while, and certainly not nec- 

 essary. One need not describe them or 

 name them. The only absolutely essential 

 thing is to enjoy them. I do not care 

 whether they are seven miles high or 

 seven and a half, or whether they are made 

 of ice crystals or peppermint lozenges. I 

 can see for myself that they are supremely 

 beautiful. 



When I was a very small lad and used 

 to watch the clouds with other children, 

 we used to be forever trying to make out 

 of them pictures of men, animals or ships. 

 We wished to make every cloud represent 

 some earthly and familiar thing. As I 

 remember myself, I think we expected to 

 find such pictures in the heavens, and that 

 this expectation was founded on some sort 

 of philosophy. Our psychology seemed to 

 demand some practical correspondence 

 between the clouds in the sky and the beasts 

 on the earth. 



But to-day, as I lay on my back and 



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