endous upward rush of life is almost felt. But how silent the process is! There is no hurry for achievement, although so much has to be done--such infinite intricacy to be unfolded and made perfect. The little stream winding down the bottom turns and doubles on itself; a dead leaf falls into it, is arrested by a twig, and lies there content.
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