The ripe, rich tint of the corn fields
And the wild geese sailing high;
And all over upland and lowland
The charm of the golden-rod:
Some of us call it autumn
And others call it God.”
Do you catch the spirit of those beautiful lines? They tell (what I should like to tell were I able) of the way God speaks to our delinquents out on the farm through the hazy atmosphere and the golden sunsets; they tell of the way God speaks to those poor fellows through the growing and the ripening grains, and of the message that God sends to them through the birds that sing and soar over their heads. It suggests that beautiful thought of Browning’s:
“This world, as God has made it,
Always glitters. And knowing this is love,
And love is duty.”