The Indianapolis journal., 1902-08-31

wildness. and mostly away from their
thornlness, except the blackberry. Inc
wild strawberry has become highly civil
Izea; the raspberry is e-eminently a
creature of art, but the blackberry is as
keen and wild as ever Why? Is 1t not
that here, surrounded by barbs and pro-
tected by bOGy guard of bayonets, is the
one berry that once made nature called
perfect and does not care to improve?
The top of the year has another specific
glory of its own i'm that Just then the corn
fields are at it's height OF their rich wav-
ing growth-the apotheosis OF grass, lifted
or lifting itself to more beautiful forms
and higher uses. For ii is a fact that this
maize, which is thus rising upward, with
its tasseled glory and its wealth of foliage
the grandest product OF American Vege-
tatiOn-is only ennobled grass. This is the
epic OF the field-the song of nature, rising
from the lowly to the higher; to praise the
thought and the purpose that works in all
things. Here we have illustrated what
possibilities lie in the commonest things
tocracy and blue blood are not recognized
by nature The best and the highest come
from the least significant.
The top of the morning to you!' says
Tim. as he stops his scythe moment
THE cream of the day.! Mem: then we
must be up by daybreak; for it is at that
time only that one may know what is the
top of the morning-the real cream color
of sunrise. Man Is the only animal that
liketh not to rise early I'm the morning Why
he should lose the cool delight of the dewy
day L know not, unless it be that we have
gone too far from nature in the chase
after the artful. which we call culture" "
Some one calls man "Ye trading animal.
He prefers swapping of goods to ye song
of We birds" AT any rate the birds and all
the beasts love best the daybreak; and
are then abroad singing or elsewise show
ing joy. This breach with nature Is GER
tainly unwise, and especially at this time
of the year robs the day OF it's chiefest
pleasure. The sun is already slack about
appearing over the eastern hills: yet when
Ii does greet through the trees what a
cordial sun ii is! 1t seems to have a per-
sonal interest i'm us and in our farms. our
orchards, our houses. 1t examines every
thing. A glorious sunset is wonderful; but
never personal Sunrise means warmth,
love, approach; we and the sun have some
thing TO do-together. Yes, Tim, the top
of the morning to us ALL
80 sound to rout the brood o. cares;
The sweep of scythe in morning dew!
The gust that round the garden flew:
And tumbled half the mellowing pears!'
An early riser must be a poet-whether
he will or not The morning has an at
mosphere of beauty and goodness as If
some one had been abroad putting things
The tOp of the year is like the top of the
morning-it does not last. We are moving
steadily down TO shorter days and to darker
mornings. The kings fool laughed when
he went up hill. because he could go
down next" and he wept when going down
hill, because next he might go up" There
is philosophy I'm turning our pains into
pleasures No matter IL we leave behind
Us the strawberry garden we have before
US the apple harvest. with the echo of the
barrels that are being hammered TO hold
their Baldwins and Spys through all the
valley orchards. After that We shall be-
gin to look forward through the narrow
ing days, 10 new spring and new burst
Of rich. fresh life. In the middle OF the
winter we joyously greet each other "a
Happy New Year"