第29章

Morning after morning, of late, I have taken my walk in the same direction, my purpose being to look at a plantation of young larches.There is no lovelier colour on earth than that in which they are now clad; it seems to refresh as well as gladden my eyes, and its influence sinks deep into my heart.Too soon it will change; already I think the first radiant verdure has begun to pass into summer's soberness.The larch has its moment of unmatched beauty--and well for him whose chance permits him to enjoy it, spring after spring.

Could anything be more wonderful than the fact that here am I, day by day, not only at leisure to walk forth and gaze at the larches, but blessed with the tranquillity of mind needful for such enjoyment? On any morning of spring sunshine, how many mortals find themselves so much at peace that they are able to give themselves wholly to delight in the glory of heaven and of earth? Is it the case with one man in every fifty thousand? Consider what extraordinary kindness of fate must tend upon one, that not a care, not a preoccupation, should interfere with his contemplative thought for five or six days successively! So rooted in the human mind (and so reasonably rooted) is the belief in an Envious Power, that I ask myself whether I shall not have to pay, by some disaster, for this period of sacred calm.For a week or so I have been one of a small number, chosen out of the whole human race by fate's supreme benediction.It may be that this comes to every one in turn; to most, it can only be once in a lifetime, and so briefly.That my own lot seems so much better than that of ordinary men, sometimes makes me fearful.