One spring I went a walking tour in the country. It was a glorious spring. Not the sort of springthey give us in these miserable times, under this shameless government -a mixture of eastwind ,blizzard, snow, rain, fog, frost, hail, sleet and thunder-storms, but a sunny, blue-skyed,joyous spring, such as we used to have regularly every year when I was a young man, andthings were different.
It was an exceptionally beautiful spring, even for those golden days; -and as I wanderedthrough the waking land, and saw the dawning of the coming green, and watched the blushupon the hawthorn hedge , deepening each day beneath the kisses of the sun, and looked upat the proud old mother trees, dandling their numerous baby buds upon their strong fondarms holding them high for the soft west wind to caress as he passed laughing by, and markedthe primrose yellow creep across the carpet of the woods, and saw the new flush of the fieldand saw the new light on the hills, and heard the new-found gladness of the birds, and heardfrom wood and farm and meadow the timid callings of the little new-born things, wonderingto find themselves alive, and smelt the freshness of the earth, and felt the promise in the air,and felt a strong hand in the wind, my spirit rose within me.
Spring had come to me also, and stirred me with a strange new life, with a strange new hope. I,too, was part of nature, and it was spring! Tender leaves and blossoms were unfolding from myheart. Bright flowers of love and gratitude were opening round its roots. I felt new strength inall my limbs. New blood was running through my veins. Nobler thoughts and nobler longingswere throbbing through my brain. As I walked, nature came and talked beside me, and showedme the world and myself, and the ways of God seemed clearer.