Today it is Spring and in office and in schools, we find ourselves
forgetting our work and leaning back to breathe the soft, warm air. Why
is it that the Spring fever fills every one’s veins, and we find
ourselves caring so little about the important interests upon which our
minds were fixed. Why do we turn to dreaming of fields and blue
distances and mornings when we discovered that some one was in love with
us. On such days as these, for a few moments, the school-teacher _must_
stop schooling, the trader _must_ stop trading, the reformer _must_ stop
reforming. What is the meaning of this? It is God’s holiday.
In these moments we learn one of the great lessons of life. After all,
it is the cosmic forces that make the world. We learn the great lesson
of trust. Little do our efforts accomplish to brighten and beautify the
world. But when the Spring comes, even in Mulberry street the children
sing and shout, and soft gray buds are ready to burst from the few trees
in Alton Park Place.
In these moments we learn the highest, best in life: that which comes
not from our own efforts but is the gift of God.