The exceeding beauty of the earth, in her splendor of life, yields a new thought with every petal.... These are the only hours that are not wasted - these hours that absorb the soul and fill it with beauty. This is real life, and all else is illusion, or mere endurance.

* An excerpt from 'The Pageant of Summer.'

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