Nature and her lady.

Die Frauen sind ein liebliches Geheimniss, nur verhullt, nicht verschlossen. —­ Novalis. — Moralische Ansichten.

Women are a lovely mystery —­ veiled, however, not shut up.

Her twilights were more clear than our mid-day;
She dreamt devoutlier than most used to pray.

Dr. Donne.

Perhaps the greatest benefit that resulted to Hugh from being thus made a pilgrim and a stranger in the earth, was, that Nature herself saw him, and took him in, Hitherto, as I have already said, Hugh’s acquaintance with Nature had been chiefly a second-hand one —­ he knew friends of hers.  Nature in poetry —­ not in the form of Thomsonian or Cowperian descriptions, good as they are, but closely interwoven with and expository of human thought and feeling —­ had long been dear to him.  In this form he had believed that he knew her so well, as to be able to reproduce the lineaments of her beloved face.  But now she herself appeared to him —­ the grand, pure, tender mother, ancient in years, yet ever young; appeared to him, not in the mirror of a man’s words, but bending over him from the fathomless bosom of the sky, from the outspread arms of the forest-trees, from the silent judgment of the everlasting hills.  She spoke to him from the depths of air, from the winds that harp upon the boughs, and trumpet upon the great caverns, and from the streams that sing as they go to be lost in rest.  She would have shone upon him out of the eyes of her infants, the flowers, but they had their faces turned to her breast now, hiding from the pale blue eyes and the freezing breath of old Winter, who was looking for them with his face bent close to their refuge.  And he felt that she had a power to heal and to instruct; yea, that she was a power of life, and could speak to the heart and conscience mighty words about God and Truth and Love.

For he did not forsake his dead home in haste.  He lingered over it, and roamed about its neighbourhood.  Regarding all about him with quiet, almost passive spirit, he was astonished to find how his eyes opened to see nature in the mass.  Before, he had beheld only portions and beauties.  When or how the change passed upon him he could not tell.  But he no longer looked for a pretty eyebrow or a lovely lip on the face of nature:  the soul of nature looked out upon him from the harmony of all, guiding him unsought to the discovery of a thousand separate delights; while from the expanded vision new meanings flashed upon him every day.  He beheld in the great All the expression of the thoughts and feelings of the maker of the heavens and the earth and the sea and the fountains of water.  The powers of the world to come, that is, the world of unseen truth and ideal reality, were upon him in the presence of the world that now is.  For the first time in his life, he felt at home with nature; and while he could moan with the wintry wind, he no longer sighed in the wintry sunshine, that foretold, like the far-off flutter of a herald’s banner, the approach of victorious lady-spring.