THE GOINGS OF THE: WINDS 
IKE many another word freighted with 
beauty, this word ‘“goings’’ comes from 
the Bible. Those old King James trans- 
lators were poets to a man, which accounts 
for our Bible being both the classic of 
Hebrew literature and English literature. 
One translator gets the sense in a ccld 
literality like a dead tree trunk; another 
suffuses his translation with poetry, as a 
tree is shaded by its own leaves. ‘‘When 
thou hearest the goings in the tops of 
the mulberry-trees'’ is a poet’s way of 
telling a wind is blowing through tree 
tops. ‘‘Goings”’ are sound mixed with 
movement, the marching of the winds 
feet along the pathways of the tree tops; and what is or can be sweete ! 
I have often wondered if God could forget; whether he ever had 
obliviscent moods; whether any syllable ever fell out of his words as 
they do from ours; whether he ever could forget anything belonging 
to the calendar of beauty. I think he does not. Else how is every 
beautiful possibility present? In making the world God thought of 
everything ministrant to a blessed life. Can we think of any omitted 
mercy? Did he not put beauty in the green sward and in the blue 
sky? What colors could have been devised to rest the eyes and com- 
fort the heart like this bewildering green upon the earth and this 
bewildering blue in the sky? Did he forget grace when he was 
making the cypress or pine, or the larch, or the quivering aspen, or 
tne doughty oak, or the leaning willow? He could have made all 
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