"The sessions of sweet silent thought"

It was a beautiful tropical night and the rays from the full moon shone through the prison bars on the forms of numerous prisoners of war as they lay asleep. Amid the quietude around him a Christian Scientist sat awake, grateful for this silent hour in which to commune alone with God. As he meditated on the many blessings in his past experience for which he could thank the Father of all, he thought of those beautiful lines with which Shakespeare opens one of his sonnets:

When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past.

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