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"The  Thoughts  That  Arise  1n  Me.''

                     [    ending can never be found.  Kalure's lessons are the ones most valuable to us,  for  in the stud)  of :\ature
                        ~ ~ature all studies begin and,  we might say, there  they have an end.  It is so boundless thl· beginning or
                          we  find  written  the  truths of the  inner  self.  Xature  has a  most interesting  face.  and her lover has the
                          true poetic soul   'Tis said:
                                                  ·' He is the greatest artist then,
                                                   Whether of pencil or of pen,
                                                   \\'ho follo\\·s  Xature."
                         There  is  something which  magnetizes  en•ry sense  as  one gazes on her  beauty.  \\'e feel  an undefinable
                    sympathy within us with  her  every  mood.  In the  great  mountains, Xature's  frowns,  there is something l(nhid-
                    ding, yet strong and mighty.  \Vhen her anger is aroused the lightning leaps from  furrow to  furrow on her bro\\ ,
                    and as it passes away the gloom is impenetrable.
                         The  smiling \·alleys  clothed with  \'enlure  and  variegated flowers  that  timorously raise their dewy chet:ks
                    to he kissed  by the rays of the  vema!  sun  speak of the  gentler  self. and the lakes are the mirror,; that reflect ih
                    happiness.
                         The ri\·ers are Xature's tears;  ~ome tell of joy and gladness as they, laughing and dancing. leap down thl'
                    mountain side, glide through ravines and into deep fissures as though they were playing hide and sel·k  with them
                    seln:s, to emerge again and rival the music of the sirens before losing their identit)  in old  Ocean':- \\aters: others.
                    deep  and  broad, tell of grief  and  sorrow as,  languid  and  serpent-like, they creep through  tht:  great  plains and
                    valleys with irresistible force.
                         Gazing on all this grandeur, how can one doubt the affinity of  Xature to self>  When  in  an hour of mt:di
                    tation we go forth  into  Nature's  garden-a  garden that surpasses in splendor those of ancient  Babylon  to com·
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