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What Is The Scent Of Water?" "renewal. The Goodness Of God Coming Down Like Dew.

All We Are Asked To Bear We Can Bear.

If One's Intellectual Equipment Was Not Great, One's Spiritual Experience Not Deep, The Result Of Doing One's Very Best Could Only Seem Very Lightweight In Comparison With The Effort Involved. But Perhaps That Was Not Important. The Mysterious Power That Commanded Men Appeared To Him To Ask Of Them Only Obedience And The Maximum Of Effort And To Remain Curiously Indifferent As To The Results.

Water, Wind And Birdsong Were The Echoes In This Quiet Place Of A Great Chiming Symphony That Was Surging Around The World. Knee-deep In Grasses And Moon Daisies, Stella Stood And Listened, Swaying A Little As The Flowers And Trees Were Swaying, Her Spirit Voice Singing Loudly, Though Her Lips Were Still, And Every Pulse In Her Body Beating Its Hammer Strokes In Time To The Song.

The Dawn Came - Not The Flaming Sky That Promises Storm, But A Golden Dawn Of Infinite Promise. The Birds Came Flying Up Out Of The East In Wedge-shaped Formation, And The Mist Lifted In Soft Wreaths Of Sun-shot Silver. Colour Came Back To The World. The Grass Glowed With A Green So Vivid That It Seemed Pulsing, Like Flame, From Some Hidden Fire In The Earth, The Distant Woods Took On All The Amazing Deep Crimsons And Purples Of Their Winter Colouring, The Banks Were Studded With Their Jewels Of Lichens And Bright Moss, And Above The Wet Hedges Shone With Sun-shot Orbs Of Light.