Lovely interfusions of sobered color rested, faded, returned again, on the upper leaves of the foliage as they lightly moved.

The mist, rolling capriciously over the waters, revealed the grandly deliberate course of the flowing current, while it dimmed the turbid earthy yellow that discolored and degraded the stream under the full glare of day.

While my eyes followed the successive transformations of the view, as the hour advanced, tender and solemn influences breathed their balm over my mind.
Days, happy days that were past, revived.

Again, I walked hand in hand with my mother, among the scenes that were round me, and learnt from her to be grateful for the beauty of the earth, with a heart that felt it.

We were tracing our way along our favorite woodland path; and we found a companion of tender years, hiding from us.