Under the trees . the hot, restless, eager spirit of the dayreplaced by the infinite calm and peace ofthe night. The change does not comeabruptly or with the suddenness of violentmovement; no dial is delicate enough toregister the moment when day gives placeto night. With that amplitude of powerwhich accompanies every movement, withthat sublime quietude of energy which per-vades every action, Nature calls the dayacross the hills and summons the night thathas been waiting at the eastern gates. Nostir, no strife, no noise of great activities,put forth on a vast scale, break the spellof an hour w
Under the trees . the hot, restless, eager spirit of the dayreplaced by the infinite calm and peace ofthe night. The change does not comeabruptly or with the suddenness of violentmovement; no dial is delicate enough toregister the moment when day gives placeto night. With that amplitude of powerwhich accompanies every movement, withthat sublime quietude of energy which per-vades every action, Nature calls the dayacross the hills and summons the night thathas been waiting at the eastern gates. Nostir, no strife, no noise of great activities,put forth on a vast scale, break the spellof an hour which is the daily witness ofa miracle, and v/aits, hushed and silent, ina world-wide worship, while the altar firesblaze on the western hills. In that unspeakable splendour, earth andair and sea are for the moment one, andthrough them all there flashes a divineradiance; time is not left without the wit-ness of its sanctity as it fades off the dialsof earth and slips like a shining rivulet intothe shoreless sea of
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