There is something richer and fuller and THE 



YOUTHERIE 



better in the labor of summer and the harvests q F ^HE YEAR 

 of autumn, something nearer the Eternal in 

 the stillness and peace of winter, than even 

 the freshness and vigor and beauty of spring. 



Better than the visions of the young may be 

 the dreams of the old. 



But I am glad to have the bright springtime 

 again, and the sense it brings of eternal youth- 

 erie that we may carry into all of life. I caught 

 today a note of the gladness of life which may 

 be ours always. For a little while I went far 

 back, even into the Land of Childhood, and 

 I am glad that I have not traveled so far from 

 that land as to have forgotten its gifts. 



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