death ; a sweet and fragrant life seems to 

 breathe its subtle, inaudible music through 

 all things. In the depths of the woods one 

 feels no loneliness ; no liquid note of her- 

 mit thrush is needed to make that silence 

 music. The harmony of universal move- 

 ment, rounded by one thought, carried 

 forward by one power, guided to one 

 end, is there for those who will listen ; 

 the mighty activities which feed the cen- 

 tury-girded oak from the invisible chambers 

 of air and the secret places of the earth are 

 so divinely adjusted to their work that one 

 shall never detect their toil by any sound 

 of struggle or by any sight of effort. 

 Noiselessly, invisibly, the great world 

 breathes new life into every part of its 

 being, while the darkness curtains it from 

 the fierce ardour of the day. 



In the night the fountains are open and 

 flowing; a marvellous freshness touches 

 leaf and flower and grass, and rebuilds 

 their shattered loveliness. The stars look 

 f^ji down from their inaccessible heights on a 

 " new creation, and as the procession of the 



