THE MEADOW LARKS 81 
ment with the hurricane of snows, spirals of 
aspiration climbing the heavens as to defeat old 
gravitation, who could be unresponsive to such 
demonstrations, much less angry with them! 
Yesterday was springtime, sweet of breath 
and full of song; to-day is winter—trumpet- 
voiced and far from calm. And both are days 
of God and he is on them both and in them 
both. 
And for them both I give Him thanks from a 
full heart. 
