" To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own
beauty."
Emerson.
" If you have seen, as I have seen
One morning in November,
The sun burn through a foggy screen
Like soms red glowing ember,
While yellow leaves from pencilled trees
Fly down like small canaries—
If you have caught a glimpse of these,
Then you have seen the Fairies !
" If you have heard above the roar
Of traffic in the city,
The gentlest pecking at your door,
The faintest chirp for pity,
If scattered crumbs from off your plate
Have made brown wings the fleeter,
Then you have walked right through the gate
Whose keys are held by Peter ! "
Rose Henniker Heaton.
. . . . " The only real gain of wealth is that represented by the
storage of energy from without, which comes to us by the action
of green leaves waving in the sunshine."
Prof. H. Marshall Ward.