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And it was part of this drama of love and scent and color that they should see it slowly assume the more ethereal loveliness of Septeh the thinning boughs, and feel that all nature was beco idealized The birds were then mostly silent They had left their best notes on the hawthorns and a the roses; but the crickets reat brown butterflies displayed their richest velvets, and the gossamer-like insects in the drearace and es imparted to love that sweet sadness which is beyond all words poetic and enchaining

Yet however sweet the hours, they pass away, and it is not much memory can save from the mutable, happy days of love Still, when the hour of departure cah to sweeten all the after-straits and stress of tihts and shorten the days, and her tender touch had been laid on everything With a sh the Rawdons turned their faces to their pleasant home in the Land of the West It was to be but a short farewell They had pro su very keenly With his hat slightly lifted above his white head, he stood watching therand waves of melody rolled outward and upward, and blended the voice of Joel, the lad who blew the bellows of the instrument, and shared all hisuntil the Squire rose weary, but full of gladness The look of immortality was in his eyes, its sure and certain hope in his heart He let Joel lead him to his chair by the , and then he said to himself with visible triumph: "What Mr Spencer or anyone else writes about 'the Unknowable' I care not I KNOW IN WHOM I have believed Joel, sing that last sequence again Stand where I can see thee" And the lad's joyful voice rang exulting out: "Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling-place in all generations Before the ht forth, or ever Thou hadst for Thou art God! Thou art God! Thou art God!"

"That will do, Joel Go thy ways now Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling-place in all generations 'Unknowable,' Thou hast been our dwelling-place in all generations No, no, no, what an ungrateful sinner I would be to change the Lord everlasting for the Unknowable'"