Article December 2, 1933 Issue

"I love your promise"

CLARA B. STRICKLAND

In the midst of the glories of the autumn season a poet wrote regretfully, "The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year."

Time was when the autumn season brought sadness to many because of a melancholy dread of the approaching winter, with attendant fear of cold and sickness. Mechanical improvements and inventions, however, have made it very generally possible to live in comfortable quarters, even in the country, and still keep in touch with the world. Fear of the winter has consequently lessened.

The writer formerly experienced the sadness expressed by the poet at each recurring autumn season of the year, until given a new point of view through the teachings of Christian Science. This sadness was completely overcome by the joy of knowing that instead of hinting of death the autumn season gives promise of a renewal of life. It is now well known that when leaves fall in the autumn the new leaves are already formed. These tiny new leaves are sealed up in protecting scales throughout the winter; then the warm spring sunshine brings about their unfoldment, by which the earth is again refreshed throughout the entire summer season.

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