the reaches of the sky and the open plain of
the river.
 The yellow sunset light steals like a golden
dust through the aisles of the woods; the
broad leaves of vines and bushes shine with
a transparent glow like a hand held before a










candle, and the straight trunks of the trees
are powdered with gold toward the west. The
green light under the crowding branches begins
to glitter as the level sunshine creeps like a
rising tide among the bushes, and brims the
cups of the Easter lilies with wonderful wine.
The rustling "bonnets" are gilded until the
whole creek seems to gleam and shimmer; and
far away the St. John's reveals its placid ex-
panse of gold against a golden sky, which has


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