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stretch　his　neck　and　crow。　A　bird　in　my　hand　was　then　worth　two　in

the……barnyard。

My　fingers　cannot；　of　course；　get　the　impression　of　a　large　whole　at　a

glance；　but　I　feel　the　parts；　and　my　mind　puts　them　together。　I　move

around　my　house；　touching　object　after　object　in　order；　before　I　can

form　an　idea　of　the　entire　house。　In　other　people's　houses　I　can　touch

only　what　is　shown　to　me……the　chief　objects　of　interest；　carvings　on　the

wall；　or　a　curious　architectural　feature；　exhibited　like　the　family

album。　Therefore　a　house　with　which　I　am　not　familiar　has　for　me；　at

first；　no　general　effect　or　harmony　of　detail。　It　is　not　a　plete

conception；　but　a　collection　of　object…impressions　which；　as　they　e

to　me；　are　disconnected　and　isolated。　But　my　mind　is　full　of

associations；　sensations；　theories；　and　with　them　it　constructs　the

house。　The　process　reminds　me　of　the　building　of　Solomon's　temple；　where

was　neither　saw；　nor　hammer；　nor　any　tool　heard　while　the　stones　were

being　laid　one　upon　another。　The　silent　worker　is　imagination　which

decrees　reality　out　of　chaos。

Without　imagination　what　a　poor　thing　my　world　would　be！　My　garden　would

be　a　silent　patch　of　earth　strewn　with　sticks　of　a　variety　of　shapes　and

smells。　But　when　the　eye　of　my　mind　is　opened　to　its　beauty；　the　bare

ground　brightens　beneath　my　feet；　and　the　hedge…row　bursts　into　l