of the text, the subject of my morning story. Never since have such
skies looked down through such leaves into such waters! Never has
river wave had such curve and sheen and bank as adorned the Pison, the
Havilah, the Gihon, and the Hiddakel, even the pebbles being bdellium
and onyx stone! What fruits, with no curculio to sting the rind! What
flowers, with no slug to gnaw the root! What atmosphere, with no frost
to chill and with no heat to consume! Bright colors tangled in the
grass. Perfume in the air. Music in the sky. Bird's warble and tree's
hum, and waterfall's dash. Great scene of gladness and love and joy.