NOVEMBER 6.
The broad valley had darkened. The mountains opposite had lost their sharp details and dulled to an opaque silver blue in the mists of twilight. They had become great shadow mountains, broad spirit masses, and seemed to melt imperceptibly from form to form toward the horizon....
There had come a harmony more perfect than life could ever give. It included all their love that had gone before and something greater, vaster—all life, all nature, and all God.
HAROLD S. SYMMES,
in The Divine Benediction, Putnam's, Oct., 1906.
NOVEMBER 7.
AFTER THE RAIN.
"Sweet fields stand dressed in living green,"
That late were brown and bare.
The twitter of the calling birds