budtime

This was the world in which I was born, and I myself was "a child of Nature cradled in her arms until my turn comes to die and to remain somewhere and somehow in her embrace"; so I thought to myself then in the budtime of youth, but not in those words, which were nearly the last words of my dear friend Dean Woodbridge of Columbia University.

In the days of my youth when I was a student in the University of Virginia, 1888-1893. James Powell Cocke 1947