These mornings impress me indescribably.

They intoxicate me, they carry me away.

I feel beguiled out of myself, dissolved in sunbeams, breezes, perfumes, and sudden impulses of joy.

And yet all the time I pine for I know not what intangible Eden." In these few words this master of poetic meditation suggests without expressing the indescribable impression which a summer carries into every sensitive nature.
Last night the world was sorrowful, worn, and dulled; but lo! the new day has but touched it and all the invisible choirs are heard again; the old hope returns like a tide, and out of the unseen depths a new life breaks soundless upon the unseen shores and sends its hidden currents into every dried and empty channel and pool.

The worn old world has been created anew, and God has spoken again the word out of which all living things grow.