“Nature is beautiful, always beautiful.” Says a great poet. Every little flake of snow is a perfect crystal, and they fall together as gracefully as if fairies of the air caught water-drops and made them into artificial flowers to garland the wings of the wind. The lofty mountains lifting their snowy heads above the clouds, the vast sea stretching up to the horizon, the green meadows full of flowers in spring, the deep gloom and wild charm to a forest glade—all these cast a spell on the human heart, so do the thunder clouds gathering in the sky, the rainbow with its fairy colours and silvery moon with its beaming cluster of stars. The glory of the morning sun and the crimson glow of the evening sky ever delight the heart of man. These beauties of nature are a perennial feast for the eye and ear of man. They add their colour and grace to the otherwise drab life of man. They bring freshness and purity no man’s care-worn existence. There is something div...
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