The Thread of Gold
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Benson Arthur Christopher. The Thread of Gold
I. The Red Spring
II. The Deserted Shrine, The Manor House
III. Leucocholy
IV. The Flower
V. The Fens
VI. The Well and the Chapel
VII. The Cuckoo
VIII. Spring-time
IX. The Hare
X. The Diplodocus
XI. The Beetle
XII. The Farm-yard
XIII. The Artist
XIV. Young Love
XV. A Strange Gathering
XVI. The Cripple
XVII. Oxford
XVIII. Authorship
XIX. Hamlet
XX. A Sealed Spirit
XXI. Leisure
XXII. The Pleasures of Work
XXIII. The Abbey
XXIV. Wordsworth
XXV. Dorsetshire
XXVI. Portland
XXVII. Canterbury Tower
XXVIII. Prayer
XXIX. The Death-bed of Jacob
XXX. By the Sea of Galilee
XXXI. The Apocalypse
XXXII. The Statue
XXXIII. The Mystery of Suffering
XXXIV. Music
XXXV. The Faith of Christ
XXXVI. The Mystery of Evil
XXXVII. Renewal
XXXVIII. The Secret
XXXIX. The Message
XL. After Death
XLI. The Eternal Will
XLII. Until the Evening
CONCLUSION
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Very deep in this enchanted land of green hills in which I live, lies a still and quiet valley. No road runs along it; but a stream with many curves and loops, deep-set in hazels and alders, moves brimming down. There is no house to be seen; nothing but pastures and little woods which clothe the hill-sides on either hand. In one of these fields, not far from the stream, lies a secluded spot that I visit duly from time to time. It is hard enough to find the place; and I have sometimes directed strangers to it, who have returned without discovering it. Some twenty yards away from the stream, with a ring of low alders growing round it, there is a pool; not like any other pool I know. The basin in which it lies is roughly circular, some ten feet across. I suppose it is four or five feet deep. From the centre of the pool rises an even gush of very pure water, with a certain hue of green, like a faintly-tinted gem. The water in its flow makes a perpetual dimpling on the surface; I have never known it to fail even in the longest droughts; and in sharp frosty days there hangs a little smoke above it, for the water is of a noticeable warmth.
This spring is strongly impregnated with iron, so strongly that it has a sharp and medical taste; from what secret bed of metal it comes I do not know, but it must be a bed of great extent, for, though the spring runs thus, day by day and year by year, feeding its waters with the bitter mineral over which it passes, it never loses its tinge; and the oldest tradition of the place is that it was even so centuries ago.
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Here was a great flat grassy pasture, the water again very near the surface, as the long-leaved water-plants, that sprawled in all the ditches, showed. But when we reached the wicket we seemed to be as far removed from humanity as dwellers in a lonely isle. A few cattle grazed drowsily, and the crisp tearing of the grass by their big lips came softly across the pasture. Inside the wicket stood a single ancient house, uninhabited, and festooned with ivy into a thing more bush than house; though a small Tudor window peeped from the leaves, like the little suspicious eye of some shaggy beast.
A stone's throw away lay a large square moat, full of water, all fringed with ancient gnarled trees; the island which it enclosed was overgrown with tiny thickets of dishevelled box-trees, and huge sprawling laurels; we walked softly round it, and there was our goal: a small church of a whitish stone, in the middle of a little close of old sycamores in stiff summer leaf.
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