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diantly forth, &quot; rejoicing as a strong man to run a 

 race;&quot; dawn is lost in day. 



For hours yet there are dewy grasses to sparkle 

 with hues of the rainbow ; the maples keep the 

 sweet morning breeze in their leafy harbours ; 

 the hearts of the roses are cool, and the bees are in 

 the poppies and petunias, and busy at the clover, 

 before the fervours of the noon have come, and 

 the earth is lapt in light. Then a myriad insects 

 are leaping and darting, humming and shrilling 

 their strident happiness ; the click-clack of the 

 mower and the tedder sounds over the fields, and 

 the new-mown hay crowds the air with warm high 

 fragrance ; the earth is the captive of the sun, and 

 David s words are in our ears, when he says : 

 &quot; His going forth is from the end of the heaven 

 and his circuit unto the end of it ; and there is 

 nothing hid from the heat thereof.&quot; Yet there is 

 health in the heat ; the air is clear and sweet and 

 full of life, and when the evening returns with 

 dewy coolness, the lone evening star is revealed 

 golden and tender above the vanished sun ; the 

 afterglow mounts high in its white, celestial bene 

 diction, and as all trace of day departs, &quot; stars 

 arise, and the night is holy.&quot; 

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