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Not golden pavement and ivory palaces, but valleys and trees and flowers and the wide sweep of the open. NOT GOLDEN PAVEMENT AND IVORY PALACES BUT VALLEYS AND TREES AND FLOWERS AND A WIDE SWEEP OF THE OPEN
e thing only, but a thousand things, not getting Conwell’s meaning, which is that whatever the thing may be which he is doing he lets himself think of nothing else until it is done. Dr. Conwell has a profound love for the country and particularly for the country of his own youth. He loves the wind that comes sweeping over the hills, he loves the wide-stretching views from the heights and the forest intimacies of the nestled nooks. He loves the rippling streams, he loves the wild flowers that nestle in seclusion or that unexpectedly paint some mountain meadow with delight. He loves the very touch of the earth, and he loves the great bare rocks. He writes verses at times; at least he has written lines for a few old tunes; and it interested me greatly to chance upon some lines of his that picture heaven in terms of the Berkshires: _The wide-stretching valleys in colors so fadeless, Where trees are all deathless and flowers e’er bloom_. That is heaven in the eyes of a New England hill-man!  POINT OUT THAT HE DOES NOT ONE THING ONLY BUT A THOUSAND THINGS NOT GETTING CONWELL'S MEANING WHICH IS WHATEVER THE THING MAY BE WHICH HE IS DOING HE LETS HIMSELF THINK OF NOTHING ELSE UNTIL IT IS DONE DOCTOR CONWELL HAS A PROFOUND LOVE FOR THE COUNTRY AND PARTICULARLY THE COUNTRY OF HIS OWN YOUTH HE LOVES THE WIND THAT COMES SWEEPING OVER THE HILLS HE LOVES THE WIDE STRETCHING VIEWS FROM THE HEIGHTS AND THE FOREST INTIMACIES OF THE NESTLED NOOKS HE LOVES THE RIPPLING STREAMS HE LOVES THE WILD FLOWERS THAT NESTLE IN SECLUSION AND UNEXPECTEDLY PAINTS SOME MOUNTAIN MEADOW WITH DELIGHT HE LOVES THE VERY TOUCH OF THE EARTH HE LOVES THE GREAT BARE ROCKS HE WRITES VERSES AT TIMES AT LEAST HE HAS WRITTEN LINES FOR A FEW OLD TUNES AND IT HAS INTERESTED ME GREATLY TO CHANCE UPON SOME LINES OF THAT PICTURE HEAVEN IN TERMS OF THE BERKSHIRES THE WIDE STRETCHING VALLEYS IN COLORS SO FADELESS WHERE TREES ARE ALL DEATHLESS AND FLOWERS E'ER BLOOM THAT IS HEAVEN IN THE EYES OF THE NEW ENGLAND HILL MAN
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