Part 3

When into reasonable discourse plain Or russet terms of dealing and old use I would recast the joy, the tender pain Of the silver birch, the rhododendron, the brook, Or, all blest particulars of beauty sum In one most continent word that means something To all men, to some men everything, To one all, but one will cover with satisfaction, That is love. Yet I well know this tree is a selfish [saver]-up of drink Might else have nourished these laurels: Yea, and they did not hand round the cup To the grass ere they drank, Nor the grass inquire if room is here for her and the phlox. Yet my spirit will have it that Love is the lost meaning of this Hate, and Peace the end of this Battle. Why? This is revelation. Here I find God: what power less than His could fancy such wild inconsequence and unreason as flies out of this anguish, and Love out of this Murder.

[_Lynn, N. C., August, 1881_]

I awoke, and there my Gossip, Midnight, stood Fast by my head, and there the Balsams sat Round about, and we talked together.

And "Here is some news," quoth Midnight. "What is this word 'news' whereof we hear?" begged the Balsams: "What mean you by news? what thing is there which is not very old? Two neighbors in a cabin talking yesterday I heard giving and taking news; and one, for news, saith William is dead; and 'tother for news gave that a child is born at Anne's house. But what manner of people be these that call birth and death new? Birth and death were before aught else that we know was."

[_Credo; Hymn of the Mountains_]

[_Lynn, N. C., August, 1881_]

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Transcriber's note:

1. Silently corrected simple spelling, grammar, and typographical errors.

2. Retained anachronistic and non-standard spellings as printed.