morning, noon, night
It is not often that the minds of men retain the perceptions of their younger days . The marvel is not that one should thus retain , but that any should ever lose them Go the world over , and after you have put away the wonder and tenderness of youth what is there left ? The few sprigs of green that sometimes invade the barrenness of your materialism , the few glimpses of summer which flash past the eye of the wintry soul , the half hours off during the long tedium of burrowing , these reveal to the hardened earth-seeker the universe which the youthful mind has with it always . No fear and no favor ; the open fields and the light upon the hills ; morning , noon , night ; stars , the bird-calls , the water 's purl -- these are the natural inheritance of the mind of the child . Men call it poetic , those who are hardened fanciful . In the days of their youth it was natural , but the receptiveness of youth has departed , and they can not see . How this worked out in her personal actions was to be seen only in a slightly accentuated wistfulness , a touch of which was in every task .