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Saint's Progress

`Always, I think, Nollie; too wild. It's been hard to tame oneself.'
Noel slipped her hand through his arm. `Let's go and take the goat and skip together on the hills. If only we had a penny whistle! Did you hear the bugle? The bugle and the goat!'
Pierson pressed the hand against him.
`Nollie, be good while I'm away. You know what I don't want. I told you in my letter.' He looked at her cheek, and dared say no more. Her face had its `fey' look again.
`Don't you feel,' she said suddenly, `on a night like this, all the things, all the things-the stars have lives, Daddy, and the moon has a big life, and the shadows have, and the moths and the birds and the goats and the trees, and the flowers, and all of us-escaped. Ohl Daddy, why is there a war? And why are people so bound and so unhappy? Don't tell me it's God-don't!'
Pierson could not answer, for there came into his mind the Greek song he had been reading aloud that afternoon:

`O for a deep and dewy Spring,
With runlets cold to draw and drink,
And a great meadow blossoming,
Long-grassed, and poplars in a ring,
To rest me by the brink.
O take me to the mountain, O,
Past the great pines and through the wood,
Up where the lean hounds softly go,
A-whine for wild things' blood,
And madly flies the dappled roe,
O God, to shout and speed them there;
An arrow by my chestnut hair
Drawn tight and one keen glimmering spear
Ah! if I could!'

All that in life had been to him unknown, of venture and wild savour; all the emotion he had stifled; the swift Pan

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