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mune with her the heart hound-; with joy as the eye and ear drink in her beauty. 'Tis then we appreciate the
good, the true. the beautiful \\'e are forced to the con\·iction that none other than a supreme mine! could ha,·e
concei,·ec!, a lll\·ine e~·e directed and an Almig-hh· hand executed these maryels of ~p\t:tl(lor about. IX"neath and
aho\·e us.
In all :\ature there b a solitude, yet no solitude, for c!o not her innumerable ,-oices speak of hopes, fears .
griefs, joys> I !ere \\·e can read the story of our own life. Some one has quaintly said that the flowers which
adorn the t·arth are stars set to shine in it. They are the stars in which we read our history, as did the astrologer~
of old in the stars of hea\·en. yet they are not shrouded in such mystery, nor do they inspire us with such awe
\\'~can read the wotHkrful truths ami the lo\·e Cod hears th when we look at the stars abo,·e keeping their Yigils,
hut not the less is His Ion• ren~aled in the modest little flowt"rs at our feet. The re\·elation of lo,·e in these stars
of l'arth has -,pread gladnl.,.;s and brightness O\'er all this g-reat world of ours. making e\·ident our 0\l'lt creation.

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