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--From an Eastern Scripture.
We stood together at the door of our hut. We could see through the
gathering gloom where our sheep and goats were cropping the sweet
grass on the side of the hill. We were full of drowsy content as
they were. We had naught to mar our happiness, neither memory nor
unrest for the future. We lingered on while the vast twilight
encircled us; we were one with its dewy stillness. The lustre of
the early stars first broke in upon our dreaming: we looked up
and around. The yellow constellations began to sing their choral
hymn together. As the night deepened they came out swiftly from
their hiding-places in depths of still and unfathomable blue--they
hung in burning clusters, they advanced in multitudes that dazzled.
The shadowy shining of night was strewn all over with nebulous dust
of silver, with long mists of gold, with jewels of glittering green.
We felt how fit a place the earth was to live on with these nightly
glories over us, with silence and coolness upon our lawns and lakes
after the consuming day. Valmika, Kedar, Ananda, and I watched
together.
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