Editorial April 11, 1903 Issue

The Day Breaks

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It is morning, the shades of the night vanish before the herald of the day.

It is spring, the purple tints rest upon the distant woods, and the new grass which at first doubtingly touched the southern slopes, is creeping, creeping up from the brook-side and warily peeping into the chilly corners where winter lingers late.

It is Easter, the season of gladness, of gratitude, and of growth. A sense of responsive sympathy and peace whispers to man's awakening consciousness: "The universe is one."

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