fields of earth are sown with flowers and 

 the fields of heaven blossom with stars ? 

 The open heart knows, in a revelation 

 which comes to it with every dawn and 

 sunset, that life does not mock its children 

 when it holds this cup of peace to their 

 anguished lips, and that into this tideless 

 sea of rest and beauty every breathless and 

 turbulent streamlet flows at last. 

 ' In the silence of night how real and 

 divine the universe becomes ! Doubt and 

 unbelief retreat before the awful voices that 

 were silenced by the din of the day, but 

 now that the little world of man is hushed, 

 seem to have blended all sounds into 

 themselves. Beyond the circle of trees, 

 through which a broken vision of stars 

 comes and goes with the evening wind, the 

 broad earth lies hushed and hidden. Along 

 the familiar road a new and mysterious 

 charm is spread like a net that entangles 

 the feet of every traveller and keeps him 

 loitering on where he would have passed 

 in unobservant haste by day. The great 

 elms murmur in low, inarticulate tones, and 

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