We don't know how afraid we have been--of everything." I stopped among the heather and threw my arms out wide.

I drew in a great, joyous morning breath.
"Free like that! It is the freeness, the light, splendid freeness, I think of most." "The freeness!" he repeated.

"Yes, the freeness!" "As for beauty," I almost whispered, in a sort of reverence for visions I remembered, "I have stood on this moor a thousand times and seen loveliness which made me tremble.

One's soul could want no more in any life.

But 'Out on the Hillside' I KNEW I was part of it, and it was ecstasy.