A CHILD OF NATURE 
into his own homely, every-day 
utterance. He had mastered the 
art of life ; for he had learned that 
the purest idealism may be kept 
untarnished in daily dealing with 
homely cares and common work. 
When the first kindling glow of 
the senses began to fail he held 
aloft the steady light of the imagi- 
nation, and for him the world never 
ceased to glow and bloom and ripen 
in the large purpose of God. This 
discovery kept him in touch with 
Spenser and Shakespeare and Keats ; 
and he found with Emerson that 
wherever a man stands the whole 
arch of the sky is over him. 
John Foster, in his passion for the 
stars, did not trip and fall to the 
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