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HI 
A CHILD OF NATURE 
beauty of expression. The one 
lacked words, the other lacked the 
inward unity of thought and knowl- 
edge which charges words with 
meaning and gives them wings for 
flight into the highest regions of 
expression. 
There was a touch of genius in 
Ralph Parkman ; that beautiful 
grace which seems to be the 
flower of ancestral toil ; as if for- 
gotten generations had worked, m 
that presently, as out of a rich soil, 
one human soul might blossom 
spontaneously, radiantly, with the 
divine unconsciousness of the flow- 
ers of the field. And conditions 
had made it easy for the ardent 
young spirit to bask in the sun and 
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