I was greatly charmed last summer by a sight in the mountains
of four stately chestnuts growing from one root. I loved to sit
in the shadow first of one and then of another, and to watch
them swaying in the wind and kissing each other through the
interlacing branches. So I have thought it is with the drama,
the finer arts, and music, and with religious aspirations--each
separate in some sense from the other, and yet, down in the
deepest, one, blossoming alike and bearing fruit, shooting up
into the light together, and glorifying the land where they
grow.--ROBERT COLLYER.
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