Under the trees . overmastering thought; but now that themonths of toil are past, and all the imple-ments of labour are cast aside, the finishedwork absorbs all thought and fills all im-aginations. So vast is it, and on such ascale of magnitude, that one hardly sawbefore the delicacy and exquisite adjust-ment of parts, the marvellous art thatframed the smallest leaf and touched thevagrant wild flower still blooming on theedges of the woodland. It is, after all, whenthe great festival days are over and thethronging crowds have gone, that the trueworshipper finds the temple beautiful withthe hig
Under the trees . overmastering thought; but now that themonths of toil are past, and all the imple-ments of labour are cast aside, the finishedwork absorbs all thought and fills all im-aginations. So vast is it, and on such ascale of magnitude, that one hardly sawbefore the delicacy and exquisite adjust-ment of parts, the marvellous art thatframed the smallest leaf and touched thevagrant wild flower still blooming on theedges of the woodland. It is, after all, whenthe great festival days are over and thethronging crowds have gone, that the trueworshipper finds the temple beautiful withthe highest visions of worship, and in thesilence of deserted aisles and shrines seeswith new wonder the workmanship of theDeity. For all such this is the most solemnof all the recurring Sabbaths of the year;the hush at noonday and at even is itself anunspoken prayer. The moment of com-pletion in the history of any great work isalways sacred. When the noise and dustof the working days are gone, the greatilluminating thou
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