Redbud's 



IMusic of the Wild 



But its time of greatest glory is in the tirst 



appearance, when anything else that maj' he in 



The flower is wliite or faint pink and lavender, and 



only serves as a hackground for its tones of i:)osi- 

 Hour of . * . . ° , , 



Glory ti'^e color. Tliis hint oi nature should he remem- 



hered Avell hy lovers of the redhud. It is ex- 

 tremely choice ahout its setting. It refuses to tol- 

 erate colcjr other than green, white, or modifica- 

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

 along the A\'ahash and in the woods, so that — 

 blooming heftn-e leafage and almost first, and 

 seeming to commingle with the mist and haze of 

 early sj^ring — they touch tlie horizon with a faint 

 l^urple that melts into tlie blue of the sky and the 

 lazy M'hite 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 u])on. 

 Few leaves are unfolded, and those a faint green- 

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

 M'ater singing loudest at high tide, the pin-ple mists 

 in the air, and fleecy clouds over all. Returning 

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

 ing, and we look and listen with eyes and ears 

 bungering for just tliis after the long days of 

 ■winter. 



To the accomijanimcnt of ^^•ater voices are 

 added songs of birds on the banks, buslies, and 

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



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