Nature looks dead in winter because her life is gathered into her heart.
She withers the plant down to the root that she may grow it up again fairer and stronger.
She calls her family together within her inmost home to prepare 'em for being scattered abroad upon the face of the Earth.
The simplicity of winter has a deep moral.
The return of Nature, after such a career of splendor and prodigality, to habits so simple and austere, is not lost either upon the head or the heart.
It is the philosopher coming back from the banquet and the wine to a cup of water and a crust of bread .....
She withers the plant down to the root that she may grow it up again fairer and stronger.
She calls her family together within her inmost home to prepare 'em for being scattered abroad upon the face of the Earth.
The simplicity of winter has a deep moral.
The return of Nature, after such a career of splendor and prodigality, to habits so simple and austere, is not lost either upon the head or the heart.
It is the philosopher coming back from the banquet and the wine to a cup of water and a crust of bread .....
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