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NATURE FOB ITS OWN SAKE 



after hour, he droned his way; but the en- 

 compassing arch offered no exit. Ah ! how 

 the bine arch of heaven closes in upon the 

 winged flights of the Buddhas, the Mahomets, 

 and the Platos ! They may drone on in circles 

 beneath it for ages, but the human mind will 

 never break through and beyond it. Man is 

 not different from the other creations of nature. 

 His lines are cast in curves, and he glides along 

 them from the cradle to the grave, uncon- 

 sciously obeying the universal law. He thinks 

 his movement progress, but is it anything more 

 than change ? His is a different segment from 

 the one his father traced, but is it not a part of 

 the same circle ? Nature never designed that 

 the human should be exempt from the uni- 

 versal law. The circle binds him as the world 

 spins. His deeds and his thoughts stretch 

 upward, as flowers spring aspiringly toward 

 the sun, but ever and always they are curved 

 in and turned back upon themselves, sinking 

 into the earth mould from whence they rose. 



