Under the trees . and that he is heir, not only of the cen-turies, hut of eternity. Such days belong to the mountains ; andwhen I opened my window on this morn-ing, I was in no doubt as to the invitationheld forth by earth and sky. There wasexhilaration in the very thought of thelong climb, and at an early hour 1 wasfast leaving the village behind me. Theroad skirted the base of the mountain, andstruck at once into the heart of the wilder-ness, which the clustering peaks have pre-served from any but the most fleetingassociations with the peopled world around.A barrier of ancient silence and so

Under the trees . and that he is heir, not only of the cen-turies, hut of eternity. Such days belong to the mountains ; andwhen I opened my window on this morn-ing, I was in no doubt as to the invitationheld forth by earth and sky. There wasexhilaration in the very thought of thelong climb, and at an early hour 1 wasfast leaving the village behind me. Theroad skirted the base of the mountain, andstruck at once into the heart of the wilder-ness, which the clustering peaks have pre-served from any but the most fleetingassociations with the peopled world around.A barrier of ancient silence and so Stock Photo
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Under the trees . and that he is heir, not only of the cen-turies, hut of eternity. Such days belong to the mountains ; andwhen I opened my window on this morn-ing, I was in no doubt as to the invitationheld forth by earth and sky. There wasexhilaration in the very thought of thelong climb, and at an early hour 1 wasfast leaving the village behind me. Theroad skirted the base of the mountain, andstruck at once into the heart of the wilder-ness, which the clustering peaks have pre-served from any but the most fleetingassociations with the peopled world around.A barrier of ancient silence and solitudesoon separated me even in thought fromthe familiar scenes I had left. A virginalbeauty rested upon the road, and sankdeep into my own heart as I passed along;to be silent and open-minded was enoughto bring one into fellowship with the hourand the scene. The clear, bracing air, the rustling of leaves slowly sifting downthrough the lower branches, the solemnquietude, filled the morning with a deep116. fmm^^^im^

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