f has an unwearied lightness； I feel capable of walking on and on； even to that farthest horizon where the white cloud casts its floating shadow。 Below me； but far off； is the summer sea； still； silent； its ever…changing blue and green dimmed at the long limit with luminous noontide mist。 Inland spreads the undulant vastness of the sheep…spotted downs； beyond them the tillage and the woods of Sussex weald； coloured like to the pure sky above them； but in deeper tint。 Near by； all but hidden among trees in yon lovely hollow； lies an old； old hamlet； its brown roofs decked with golden lichen； I see the low church…tower； and the little graveyard about it。 Meanwhile； high in the heaven； a lark is singing。 It descends； it drops to its nest； and I could dream that half the happiness of its exultant song was love of England。 。 。 。
It is all but dark。 For a quarter of an hour I must have been writing by a glow of firelight reflected on to my desk； it seemed to me the sun of summer。 Snow is still falling。 I see its ghostly glimmer against the vanishing sky。 To…morrow it will be thick upon my garden； and perchance for several days。 But when it melts； when it melts； it will leave the snowdrop。 The crocus； too； is waiting； down there under the white mantle which warms the earth。
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Time is money……says the vulgarest saw known to any age or people。 Turn it round about； and you get a precious truth……money is time。 I think of it on these dark； mist…blinded mornings； as I e down to find a glorious fire crackling and leaping in my study。 Suppose I were so poor that I could not afford that heartsome blaze； how different the whole day would be！ Have I not lost many and many a day of my life for lack of the material fort which was necessary to put my mind in tune？ Mon