I asked no questions of myself about the great trees that wove the garments of the magical forest about me; I felt the stir of their ancient life, rooted in the centuries that had left no record in that place save the added girth and the discarded leaf; I had no thought about the bird whose note thrilled the forest save the rapture of pouring out without measure or thought the joy that was in me; I felt the vast irresistible movement of life rolling, wave after wave, out of the unseen seas beyond, obliterating the faint divisions by which, in this working world, we count the days of our toil, and making all the ages one unbroken growth; I felt the measureless calm, the sublime repose, of that uninterrupted expansion of form and beauty, from flower to star and from bird to cloud; I felt the mighty impulse of that force which lights the sun in its track and sets the stars to mark the boundaries of its way.

Unbroken repose, unlimited growth, inexhaustible life, measureless force, unsearchable beauty--who shall feel these things and not know that there are no words for them! And yet in Arden they are part of every man's life! And all the time Rosalind sat weaving her wild flowers into a loose wreath.
"I must not take them from this place," she said, as she bound them about the venerable tree, as one would bind the fancy of the hour to some eternal truth.
"Yesterday," she added, as she sat down again and shook the stray leaves and petals from her lap--"yesterday was the first day of my life; to-day is the second." It is one of the delights of Arden that one does not need to put his whole thought into words there; half the need of language vanishes when we say only what we mean, and what we say is heard with sympathy and intelligence.

Rosalind and I were thinking the same thought.
Yesterday we had discovered that an open mind, freedom from work and care and turmoil, make it possible for people to be their true selves and to know each other.

To-day we had discovered that Nature reveals herself only to the open mind and heart; to all others she is deaf and dumb.

The worldling who seeks her never sees so much as the hem of her garment; the egotist, the self-engrossed man, searches in vain for her counsel and consolation; the over-anxious, fretful soul finds her indifferent and incommunicable.