THE TRIUMPH OF LIFE 



eons. The sun we do not see. It lies deep be- 

 low our horizon. But we hear how this tone 

 rises, grows more and more beautiful, how it 

 finds higher melodies until it seems that the in- 

 strument would break. The radiolaria in its 

 ocean depth is one such tone. We are another. 

 Our desires are yet another. One tone is thrown 

 out by the first cell, another sounds around the 

 earth. Another trembles out into the star world. 

 It must yet be a marvelous sun. * ♦ * 



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