on the thing that is done. Shadow and 

 light, heat and cold, tempest and quiet 

 days, have all wrought together before 

 the blooming of the flower which in its 

 perfect grace and beauty gives no hint of 

 its troubled growth. As the consummation 

 of all toil and struggle and anguish, there 

 comes at last that deep repose, born not of 

 idleness and indifference, but of the har- 

 mony of all the elements in their last and 

 finest form. 



In the unbroken silence of the noontide 

 such thoughts come unbidden and almost 

 unnoticed to one who surrenders himself 

 to the hour and the scene. Nature has. 

 her tempests, but her harvests are gathered 

 amid the calm of days that often seem 

 filled with the peace of heaven, and the 

 mighty and irresistible movement of her 

 life goes on in unbroken silence. The 

 deepest thoughts are always tranquillising, 

 the greatest minds are always full of calm, 

 the richest lives have always at heart an 

 unshaken repose. 



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