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Mid-Summer Night's poetry by Various authors  A July SunsetThe long lines of red and gold in the sky, and the glorious track of the descending sun, were all divinely calm. Upon the purple tree tops far away, and on the green heights near at hand up which the shades were slowly creeping, there was an equal hush. Between the real landscape and its shadow in the water there was no division, both were so untroubled and clear, and while so fraught with solemn mystery of life and death, so hopefully reassuring to the gazer's soothed heart, because so tenderly and mercifully beautiful. Charles Dickens August Hot July was drawing to an end. And August came the fainting year to mend With fruit and grain. William Morris In the Fields in August There is no month in the whole year in which Nature wears a more beautiful appearance than in the month of August. It comes when we remember nothing but clear skies, green fields, and sweet smelling flowers. Orchards and cornfields ring with the hum of labor; trees bend beneath the thick clusters of rich fruit which bow their branches to the ground; and the corn, piled in graceful sheaves, or waving in every light breath that sweeps above it, as if it wooed the sickle, tinges the landscape with a golden hue. A mellow softness appears to hang over the whole earth. Charles Dickens Riches of the Garden We may gather more than berries from our fruit gardens. Nature hangs thoughts and suggestions on every spray, and blackberry bushes give many an impressive scratch to teach us that good and evil are very near together in this world, and that we must be careful, while seeking the one, to avoid the other. E. P. Roe God the Divine Artist God is the Divine Artist, and is furnishing themes for all other artists. God is the author of landscapes, mountains, rivers, of scenes like that we saw this morning, or of a fine face and a noble form, as truly as of a chapter in the Bible. He manifests Himself in these things. Fine paintings, statuary and music bring out the hidden meanings of nature, and therefore more clearly God's thought. E. P. Roe A Tranquil Sunset A tranquil summer sunset shone upon the meadows by the riverside. Everything within the view was lovely and placid. The rich foliage of the trees, the luxuriant grass diversified with wild flowers, the little green islands in the river, the beds of rushes, the waterlilies floating on the surface of the stream, were all expressive of rest. In the occasional leap of a fish, or dip of an oar, or twittering of a bird not yet at roost, or distant barking of a dog or lowing of a cow, - in all such sounds there was the prevailing breath of rest. Charles Dickens Summer's Change When summer's hourly mellowing change May breathe, with many roses sweet, Upon the thousand waves of wheat, That ripple round the lonely grange. Alfred Tennyson Taking Ease in Art Art is the one corner of human life in which we may take our ease. In other places our passions are conditioned and embarrassed. Art means an escape from all this. Wherever her brilliant standard floats, the need for apologies and exonerations is over; there it is enough simply that we please, or that we are pleased. Henry James More about this photograph... 
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