All of these people are bringers of true love. Love is their philosophy and religion. They listen to the heart as well as the brain. Others think them cruel in their discrimination in mating. They take all or nothing--prodigious riskers, great sufferers, throwing even love's dream on the board to be played for, and laughing as they play. The slightest blight on the loved one is deepest agony. Perhaps the surest way of discovering these young giants is to search about for the most sorely harassed children. Invariably they are put to it, to break into this day and generation. They fight their way up through all the banked-up ignorance and antagonism of unlit humanity. Often they are solitaires, coming and going with the secrecy of kings and eagles. * * * * * 2 QUICKENINGS A few pages of drift first of all with the younger boys.... There is a lane of Lombardy poplars from the Lake to the interurban car-line--a half mile. It is a lifting walk at any time, but summer evenings are wonderful with all the sounds and scents of a true pastorale--lake-breath and meadow-lands, the whole sky to look at, and the murmuring dissonance of the poplars. Often we walk to the car with passing guests. One evening a guest went away whom we loved very much. A lad of seven, named John, and I walked back from the car alone. He was ignited. I felt this at last through his hand. I had been thinking about my own things all too long, missing the beginnings of his talk.... He hurried forward in the dusk, speaking in a hushed rapt voice. Because I had missed the first part, I said: "John, I want you to write that--either to-night or to-morrow." And this is what came in: THE MAGIC LANE: It was at dusk. Two people left their tracks in Nature's dust road. Love is found on that road. It is the road of the mystics. They leave their love in it; Nature kisses their feet. Many horses' feet have been kissed on that mystic road. That mystic road will last forever. I long to walk upon that road of love. Love on that road will last forever. It is all true love. Our friends have been met on that road of love. It leads to the Hills of God. Certain spelling matters have been corrected. We pay little attention to spelling in the work here. The young ones learn by reading and get the proper look of a word altogether too soon in many cases. There was another high moment from John at the same time. The following three lines have stood out from the period with memorable magic: WONDER The soft breath of the Mother came in through the window of vines. The stars were shining like the face of the New Generation. My spirit was away in the Hills. A noise at the door brought me back----