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The dear God holy, He passeth slowly, as His wont is, through the wood ). With a few boldly drawn lines and light colours we are transported into the midst of the forest world, and all around us opening buds and verdurous green, sweet scents, and the murmur of leaves.
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When one has set one's love and joy on a beautiful tree so fully, he said to Ludwig Richter,