Growth in Silence

WITH what a draught of pure exhilara

tion we open the eastern windows

of the morning to the new day!

The new day!-its surface is unruffled! The yesterday has gone into the west-only the thoughts of that day which make for eternity have been traced upon its pages. The mantle of rest and of silence has tenderly covered it, while the night has borne it with silent tread, hours away! The soft night wind has lulled it to dreamless, lasting sleep.

Leave it in peace-to-day, to-morrow are before us.

With the dew of morning all vegetation drinks in new life, new growth; the buds fill the air with fragrance; the birds nigh burst their throats in the ecstasy of a new song.