The woods arose in folds， like drapery of awakened mountains， stately with a depth of awe， and memory of the tempests. Autumn’s mellow hand was upon them， as they owned already， touched with gold and red and olive， and their joy towards the sun was less to a bridegroom than a father.
Yet before the f？loating impress of the woods could clear itself， suddenly the gladsome light leaped over hill and valley， casting amber， blue， and purple， and a tint of rich red rose， according to the scene they lit on， and the curtain f？lung around； yet all like a dispelling fear and the cloven hoof of darkness， all on the wings of hope advancing， and proclaiming， “God is here！” Then life and joy sprang reassured from every crouching hollow； every f？lower and bud and bird had a f？luttering sense of them， and all the f？lashing of God’s gaze merged into soft benef？icence.