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faraway from this hum and buzz of life into
silent mountain solitudes where are sounding
onlythe natural harmonies thatseem to blend
with rather than to break the silence-the
rushing of thewaterfall swollen bylast night's
rain, the rustle of the leaves under the timid
feet of the hare,the whisper of the stream to
thewater-henassheslipsoutof the reeds,the
murmur of the eddy whereit laps against the
pebbleson thebank, the humof the insectsas
they brush through the tangle of the grasses,
the suckof the fish as they hang in the pool
beneaththeshade; there,wherethemindsinks
intoacalm,soothedbythetouchofNaturefar
from man, what aspect have the follies, the
exasperations, of the social whirlof work and
play,seen through that atmospheresurcharged
with peace? What does it matterif insome
smallstrifewefailedorwesucceeded? What
does it matter that wewere slighted by one,
praisedbyanother? Weregainperspectiveby
ourdistancefromthewhirlpool,byourisolation
fromitstossingwaters,andv/eseehowsmalla
partthese outer things should playin the true