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Show Brave Old Oak. Whether Its branches show green against a dark-blue sky gold whero the sunlight touches them whether Its leaves show magneta In the light of the setting sun, or black and silver sil-ver ln the moonlight, there Is no tree of them all to compare with the oak. All a summer's day you may Ilo outstretched out-stretched beneath It, so strong and so friendly, not to you only, but to all the littlo lives that swarm about Its roots. All kinds of busy creatures, ants, Bplders, daddy-long-legs, beloved of your childhood, go scurrying over you on this errand and that, as unafraid, un-afraid, almost, as If you wero dead. A feeling of kinship comes to you; a knowledge that all this life about you In oak and grass and Insect, and tho good dog lying nt your foot, 1b but a littlo part of the agoless flux and reflux; soothingly aB a cool hand on an aching head, there comes to you the realization that-soon fears, hates, and loves forgotten, your tired body shall rest under tho trees all tho days and all tho nights. Monthly Month-ly Atlantic. |