The Hidden Spring

“What profusion is there in His work!” “When trees blossom there is not a single breastpin, but a whole blossom-full of gems: and, of leaves they have so many suits that they can throw them away to the winds all summer long. What unnumbered cathedrals has He reared in the forest shades, vast and grand, full of curious carvings, and haunted evermore by tremulous music” -H. W. Beecher. How obvious is that change from the barren winter condition of plant-life to that overwhelming grandeur and...