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and social life expands to receive more and more citizens,
participators of the same noble duties and rights.
Art descends from sun-lit heights to throw — like the
sun itself— its light into obscure, hidden valleys; into the
cottages of the poor — life-giving, cheering. Beautiful
pictures adorn the lowly cot. Poetry and song fall like
fertilizing dew out of warm spring clouds upon the soil of
the mind, quickening the noble, slumbering seed.
And upon earth breathes — although in various tints
and degrees — one heart, one reason, one sense of beauty ;
and from earth one common, bright, radiant eye is raised
towards heaven.
Spring of the human race! Day of participation for
all! Alas! it is yet only approaching. It is obscured by
the dark shadows, the heavy crust of ice which still rests
upon earth. But the tints of its dawn are visible in the
sky; its spirit breathes through space. It is coming, it is
coming, God’s “Let there be light!” His first com-
mandment to the world has been given to us to repeat, to
realize until the last day of time. May herein every one
of us be a spark, a ray!
Go then, when thy time is up, beautiful, earthly spring !
Thy farewell, thy withered flowers, thy death, shall not dis-
courage us. ‘The spring life which knows of no death, the
bloom which does not decay, is approaching. In it we
shall unite ; in it we shall labor as thou laborest for all,
every one according to his individual powers and in his
place, if even only as a breath of air, as a drop of rain, aye,
even if only, as now here, by — a drop of ink!
THE GRATEFUL LITTLE FLOWER.
Tue closed bud of a tiny flower was shooting forth un-
noticed amongst the grass, while the vapors of a May
morning were sweeping, like dreams before the soul of a
slumberer, over earth, yet sunk in sleep. Still every thing
was dusky, but in the bosom of the tiny flower a dim
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