I was
conscious of a desire that others should feel something coming to
them out of my life like the breath of flowers, the whisper of
the winds, the warmth of the sunshine, and the depth of the sky.
That, I felt, did not require great gifts or a fine education.
We might all be that to each other. And there was no opportunity
for vanity or pride in receiving a beautiful influence, and
giving it out again.
I do not suppose that I definitely thought all this, though I
find that the verses I wrote for our two mill magazines at about
this time often expressed these and similar longings. They were
vague, and they were too likely to dissipate themselves in mere
dreams. But our aspirations come to us from a source far beyond
ourselves. Happy are they who are "not disobedient unto the
heavenly vision"!
A girl of sixteen sees the world before her through rose-tinted
mists, a blending of celestial colors and earthly exhalations,
and she cannot separate their elements, if she would; they all
belong to the landscape of her youth.
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