The Passing Leaf

The splendor of New England's wooded hills, these autumn days, leads one to wonder if the Aurora of the north-land has not escaped the meshes of the night and drifted into milder climes, that our summer might vanish in a dream of color; and in its profusion, its variety, and its delicacy of tints, the fleeting vision has surely brought to all who, having eyes, see, suggestions of that unfading beauty which pertains to the manifestations of Spirit.

Material sense may seem to veil and obscure the glory of these manifestations, but it cannot mar or restrain them, for the clouds of this mortality are being shot through and through by that revealed and revealing word which will ultimately dispel them all and usher in the perfect day.

General Association of Teachers
October 10, 1903

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