[My recollection of a hundred lovely lakes] has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful. |
A Daughter of the Middle Border. |
Grandpa, I didn't know you had it in you! |
I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets. |
There is no gilding of setting sun or glamour of poetry to light up the ferocious and endless toil of the farmers wives. |
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy. |