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I Can Conceive Few Human States More Enviable Than That Of The Man To Whom, Panting In The Foul Laboratory, Or Watching For His Life Under The Tropic Forest, Isis Shall For A Moment Lift Her Sacred Veil, And Show Him, Once And For Ever, The Thing He Dreamed Not Of; Some Law, Or Even Mere Hint Of A Law, Explaining One Fact; But Explaining With It A Thousand More, Connecting Them All With Each Other And With The Mighty Whole, Till Order And Meaning Shoots Through Some Old Chaos Of Scattered Observations.

Take Comfort, And Recollect However Little You And I May Know, God Knows; He Knows Himself And You And Me And All Things; And His Mercy Is Over All His Works.

Every Winter, When The Great Sun Has Turned His Face Away, The Earth Goes Down Into A Vale Of Grief, And Fasts, And Weeps, And Shrouds Herself In Sables, Leaving Her Wedding-garlands To Decay- Then Leaps In Spring To His Returning Kisses.

Look At The Bow In The Cloud, In The Very Rain Itself. That Is A Sign That The Sun, Though You Cannot See It, Is Shining Still -- That Up Above Beyond The Cloud Is Still Sunlight And Warmth And Cloudless Blue Sky.

You Are Not Very Good If You Are Not Better Than Your Best Friends Imagine You To Be.