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A CHI LD OF NATUR E 
a strange voice read from it. The 
voice had in it the magic of feeling 
and of insight ; and as it retold one 
of those old, familiar stories which 
hold the mystery of life and are JK&j 
deeper than any sounding of plum- $ 
met, suddenlv the hook came to life 
and the walls seemed to dissolve, 
and with a great rush of fragrance, 
caught up from fields and woods, 
Nature swept into the room. If 
there had heen the stir of angels' 
wings in the place it could not have 
been holier than it became from 
that hour ; for the harmony once 
heard was never lost again. 
When the boy went home he car- 
ried the book into the woods, and 
there it sang to him strange, deep 
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