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Fragrance and Melody 



EARTH is never more beautiful than when 

 hasty summer riotously rushes upon us, 

 and all the fields and woods are captivated 

 by that only too generous largess of the sun the 

 air, the bloom, the fragrance, the wings, the songs, 

 the greening and growth, the ineffable hurry of 

 life that cannot wait, but in ardent desire races 

 through hope and promise and pledge in all its 

 myriad forms to the fruit and fulfilment, the crown 

 and achievement, of the swift season between 

 winter and spring. &quot; Do the duty nearest thee &quot; 

 is a watchword of creation, no more for man alone 

 than for all that we call animal or vegetable or 

 mineral. It is to mistake gravely to assume that 

 humanity alone fails to observe this law because 

 of misleading and perversion. For every blos 

 som or bird there are a multitude that lapse and 

 fail. Life abounds, but lives are lost, in every 

 grade of Nature s work. Unceasing is the in 

 finite Spirit, renewing, developing, ending but to 

 begin again, and in the midst of this swift and 

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