Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-11-06

beauty which appeals in some de-
gree to the soul hidden under the
brutality and crime.
The fall woods! Even that city
which stands completely for every
thing metropolitan and urban and
sophisticated and worldly much
maligned New York-lies in con-
slant and loving communication with
the woods.
believer in all the world can look
on the gold and orange and bur
Sundy and russet of the autumn
leaves, with eVergreens pointing their
spires heaVenward in the midst of
the glorious pageant of color, and
questions the Power that renews life
every spring, brings it to fruition in
the summer and then before the
Sleep of winter, gives it the last bene-
ficent beauty in which to say good
by to the world.
Among the hills, with the vast un-
dulating sea of glorious LEAKAGE bill
lowing away from you and the sun
set turning the horizon hills to rose
and copper, there is for every seeing
eye-God. Greed and church strive
beautifully to interpret to us the
Power behind the Hills - but the
Hills themselves present that Power
How can you or l stand in the
sunset of a Fall day and question
God or an after life? However
much we human beings run amuck,
however sadly we twist and tangle
and misuse and abuse our lives, there
is still the beauty of October's fare
we'll and the promise of the Spring
that will follow the barrenness of
Winter to offer us a wonderful SYM
bolism of life itself.
No one is so far from October-in-
the-country that he cannot go and
find her. No one who goes simply
open heart, with kindly faith and
with a willingness to behold and to
feel - no one who goes thus can
fail to be blessed by the beautiful
spirit of Autumn.
Life in our cities is so compli-
Gated of brick and stone and NOR
tar; of striving and envying and
achieving; of artificial barriers be-
tween us and the blue sky; of for
getfulness of our own souls - that
it cuts us off from a real under
standing of our simple feelings.
Please, please. all you who read,
go at once before the beauty fades
to the sombreness of early winter
Winter as yet untouched by the ben
ediction of snow--out into the woods
YOU. Forget everything else and
bathe your souls and mind and spirit
in sheer beauty. The coloring of the
sky and the trees that lean so low
ingly against 1.-THE little clumps OF
scarlet bush and Vine-the tendrils
of golden flame that twine along the
ground. Beauty and loveliness col
or and glow! If you have eyes to
behold-if rhythm and magnificence
mean anything to you, your day will
delight you.
Then come back home and think
That glorious color will fade and be-
come scar, and brown and old. Then
will come nakedness and death it,
self. Silence and coldness, with grim
branches waving against the sky 3l-
most like myriad hands shaking in
menace against the heavens. But
that is not the end. Then the mant-
le of star flakes-whitesnow hoar
frost and the CLEAN of sunlight on
millions and trillions of rainbow
hearted jewels. Months of such
beauty and then melting rivulets of
now-sodden, muddy ground under
foot, branches stripped again, the
stiffness of waiting in the air
And then the Spring! New life.
beauty, renewal. The cycle of year