The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1915-10-16

forest"
THAT I cam said the tulip. 'Oniy
watch my book professional!
Then through my wood came trooping
a great company of men and women and
a countless host Of children. Each lover
had his arm around his sweetheart, each
man saved his kisses for his wife. each
child almost always obeyed its parents,
because II always had been so taught.
Every one of them did the level best
they knew and all of them knew forty
ways for Sunday to be Kind and clean
and true. and every one of them fell out
OF the procession m pumped down ON
logs n stones n acted as much at
home in Iimberlost woods as IL they
had been born there n always meant
to remain Looking closely l could see
that some of them had sorrow and some
bore heavy burdens, some were old and
q very few were bad. but all of them
looked as II they were going to try TO do
better in ~ minute, because 1t must have
been hard work to be bad in that COM
for they all laughed, even those
who seemed most heavily b~urdened, and
they loved and walked unashamed. All
the strong folk helped the weak. all the
glad folk shared their JOY, all the clean
folk shone like stars. 30 that others
could easily see to follow by their light.
Darrell OF the blessed Isles. headed
that procession. l never could name
the half Of II, but while they paused l
saw hosts I knew. Sir Galahad and Pill
grim. Little Lord Fauntleroy and the
Beloved Vagabond. Father and Mother,
and Mother Carey carefully guarding
her chickens. Stella Maris and Felix
O'Day. the whole OF Friendship village
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Grandissimes and every clean. decent
character of every book you ever read
with unalloyed pleasure.
They talked n laughed and sang
and loved until all the wood became = o
sweet the half-dormant bees awakened
and began making honey until every
bee tree dripped sweetness and all the
woods grew 30 bright that every leaf
and lichen. each flower and butterfly
and bit OF moss and dad Of grass be-
came a miracle and all the birds OF
summer came back 30 that such singing
you never heard. Adam n Gcorglana
hung their heads when a Kentucky car
dinai flew after them whistling, Sc
here! See here - until his mate felt 80
sorry for them she pulled his feathers
to stop him. No doubt she would have
blushed with shame, but she and |
knew that God had made her gray to
SlAIt Will bbu NhO u NV "NN
have worked its way through the
feathers.
Then the Queerest thing happened,
Into all that light and song came dear
old Aristophanes listening to the chorus
of the birds. Phadrus sat on "a log and
told a group of children about the a .
and the Mouse. the Frogs n the sun
.4;sop told all his fables TO others OF then
and ! was delighted to see that Audubon
A,l aaIl hta attYt mud hnllRhf falI
glasses and a camera with the proceeds
Emerson leaned against a pine and
locked at II lovingly as II he were think
ing poetry and Thoreau was showing
everybody n million things they never
had seer before. when all OF US saw u
vision. The trees faded and straight
down a wall OF sheer ice came Johr
Muir. cutting his way for EACH stel
and carrying Or. Hall Young between
his teeth and when he had reached
earth and revived his friend the mighty
man Of the avalanche fell on his knees
before n tiny flower and cried An my
little sweetheart. I thought I'd md yot
here 90 and to another. You are lost
my dear. you belong in Tennessee =.
Then In the utmost harmony the ideal
istic ok and the masters OF wood lor'
slowly dNfted away together. and ie!
90 lonely / sprang up n ran afte'
them. for Pa GLADDEN. and Polyann'
were not yet from sight but somethin'
again ropped me- marty pn the head
and I paused In
Who Is taking a whaok az me o
I cried .,.,
Il am answered white oak' TX
time for some OF us 4 stop YOU. an'
a. I am the ~tronges and oldest tre'
in your woods Of course ! am IN" wlseS'
so / dropped that acorn TO call your ~
tention TO me. Don't you run on afts
any of those book folk. You stay RICH
here in these woods where you belong
But have 20 find out which OF then
Are best" 7 urged.
you little fool cried white OAK
laughing through all his might,
branches, cant YOU see that No !
made up ~ all OF Them" tach ~ IN
best book in its own way each serve
its purpose and accomplishes us end
No head. or heart, or library Is com
plete without all or them ior an ar
parts OF life: but for heavens saw