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visibly, the great world breathes new life into every 

 part of its being, while the darkness curtains it 

 from the fierce ardor of the day. 



In the night the fountains are open and flowing ; 

 a marvelous freshness touches leaf and flower and 

 grass, and rebuilds their shattered loveliness. The 

 stars look down from their inaccessible heights on 

 a new creation, and as the procession of the hours 

 passes noiselessly on, it leaves behind a dewy fra 

 grance which shall exhale before the rising sun, 

 like a universal incense, making the portals of the 

 morning sweet with prophecies of the flowers which 

 are yet to bloom, and the birds whose song still 

 sleeps with the hours it shall set to music. The 

 unbroken repose of Nature, born not of idleness 

 but of the perfect adjustment of immeasurable 

 forces to their task, becomes more real and com 

 prehensible when the darkness hides the infinitude 

 of details, and leaves only the great massive 

 effects for the eye to rest upon. While men 

 sleep, the world sweeps silently onward under 

 the watchful stars, in a flight which makes no 

 sound and leaves no trace. Through the deep 

 shadows the mountains loom in solitary and 

 awful grandeur ; the wide seas send forth and 

 recall their mighty tides ; the continents lie 

 veiled in rolling mists ; the immeasurable uni 

 verse glitters and burns to the farthest out 

 skirts of space ; and yet, nestled amid this sub 

 lime activity, the little flower dreams of the day, 



