Hast thou e’er wondered at Nature’s beauteous grace— the constancy that may be seen e’en in her fall from place? All moveth with a gentle air, so fair, so full of plea; and seemeth it doth soothe the soul, a balm to set one free. How verdant green doth kindle hope, how brown, with wisdom spread, doth softly whisper unto us: “Lo, this is not the end.” ---