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bird builds its nest, a home for its little ones yet unborn, an unknown 

 sweeb voice of kindness bids it, she knows not why, thus look to the 

 future. Yes, the river is rushing forward, the clouds are hurrying 

 onward, the winds are sweeping past, because here is not their rest. 

 Ask the river ; ask the clouds ; ask the winds where they go to. 

 Another land ! Ask the great sun as he descends out of sight, 

 where he goes to. Another land ! And when the appointed time 

 shall come, man also must go ; where ? To that other land to which 

 those voices of Nature have all along directed him : into the presence 

 of Nature's God. 



