The Prodigality of Good

Nature is constantly disclosing a richness of bounty, which is apparently indifferent to our sense of waste.

Many a sunset delights the eye, and yet how meager their record compared with the unobserved glories of that wondrous aureole of our planet, which ever precedes and follows the day. The flowers speak their gladness to many a heart, but nature's seclusions revel in rarest blossomings that are all unscented and unsung. The circling spheres are warmed and beautified by the unnumbered light rays they intercept, but inconceivably greater is the number which escape into the infinite spaces.

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Let in the Light
August 28, 1902
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