new-tinted

Updated: May 5, 2025

The dreamers see it every day. Long years before the father had walked in the little cabin, and seen choirs of angels, and a prince like unto men, but clothed in immortality. The son's knowledge was not as the father's, therefore the dream was new-tinted, but the sweetness was all there, the infinite peace that men find not in the little cankered kingdom of the tangible.

Olive Schreiner - The Story of an African Farm, a novel