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ATURE dips her pencil in many colors to tint the landscape from April to November. It is a long and varying scale, from the delicate tint of the first leaves of the birches to the brilliant colors of the fall maples. Each day has its peculiar beauties. The intermittent shadows and sunlights of a day in spring, chasing each other across fields and mountains, tint a picture that art's pencils and pigments cannot equal. A glimpse of this picturesque portion of our planet makes the excitement and annoyances of business and social life appear unreal and ridiculous. The sense of proportion, gained here, is one of the signs of sanity and health. "Nature is ready to mother us all if we will only let her. The quietude of her heights is medicine for the fret and fever of life."
One visitor has testified: —
"Upon the Summit of Mt. Tom
I sit and dream. The moments go
Like blessed messengers of rest,
And life is good, and life is best.
The sun is setting. By his glow
The fairy world is amber-kissed;
The upper world's a crimson mist,
And, 'twixt the two, my dream-ships
Come to old Mt. Tom."
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