Goldsboro weekly argus., 1908-11-19
INVITATIONS OF DIVINITY.
What Lovers of Nature See in Woods
and Fields.

Nature-what is it? What does it
mean? Planned by the Immortal Ar
ehitset of the universe, built by Him
His hand, toned with the m mastsr-stroks |
whose heroic panorama, in all the
splsndor of it's ravishing beauty, it's
sumptuous variety and throbbing |
spirit. hath appealed tor ages to the
hopes and aspirations OF the world $
famed artists in their vain struggles to
produce with brush even . crude i'm
itAtion. Nature, the outward express
sion ct the divine entity.
There stands a sturdy oak the growth
| Of century, it's branches rsashing out
! in 4 rare com bin ation Of symmstry
/ that bespsaks the unerring eye fer
! form. 1t hath bssn tested, was found
trae. Character marks every limb;
the inherent right to live is stamped Ell
every bough. For generations it hath
withstood the storms of heaven, hath
defisd the roaring winds of night, hath
swaysd to and fro under the weight
OF winters angry temptests, hath bat
tied with the rush ct rains beating
against it's massive trunk. 'ris
measuring post in the landscape, a
majestic figure in the assembly of
tones.
Yender towers stately pine, the
embodiment of perpetual health and
strength, tribute to the nurturing
sell whence it sprang. The winds of
ths tour seasons have !sighed, moaned
and walled their plaintiNe necturnes
through it's nayriads of pins for de-
catieS 1t hath furnished music bsfit-
ting the picture.
Beyond the two big measuring pill
lars lies a stretch of dunning fields
bAthsd in glints of a kindly sunlight
and here and there pale purple or q
dark gray caught from cloud Ian
gaid1y drifting with congenial noon
,aday breeze. The, scheme of cslora
changes under reflections from = vari-
hued sky, and in the distance the deep
blue vista seems to melt into q palsI
tint, Hntil q light gray hazs-line dis.
appears into an invisible something
I've know anot w hat. The clouds in
their rare prismatie changes move
slowly over the picture, lending deli
cacy of tones. each seemingly more
mysteriously drawn than the other
e very shade appcaling to a deep sens.
Of the aesthetic. that separates mar
from beast 10 blended in rarest har.
rnony to quicken the love Of the beau.
,iful, to touch the heart. to- thrill ths
Il soul.
4 mystic silence more eloquent thar
the tongue OF man, with only . faint
suggestion of melody through the tree.
tops, rs il from sOms ancient harp
string andsr the deft touch Of one who
Ileves music that bubbles from the fon,
OF feeling, pervades the scene . little
while. Then from a vins-clad trunk
| of IN old oak the high lyric notes OF 8
homs-loving wren Al an linpromptu o.
happiness effers All expression of graf
ituds to the unknown power that gave
it life and health and sunshine A
shy wee cricket stealthily feels it's way
). frem beneath tuft of grass and Itch
en cIinging about the base of a lone
some cedar, and modestly contributes
is voice to the symphony of light and
music and color.
Then GENES one of those gorgeous
heaven sent sunsets to crown the view
l shedding flood OF rich old gold
.i..hc to violet. exquisite crimson, soft
.n!e blue and hundred rare blended
shades of light Ger the beauty of the
utline. Each hue seems to melt into
he other like the throbbing notes OF an
air from the deep G string Of an old vio-
lin under the inspired touch of a mas
ter hand.
Nature, we call it.-And NO words to