“_Wherever we strayed, the same tranquil leisure enfolded us;
day followed day in an order unbroken and peaceful as the
unfolding of the flowers and the silent march of the stars. Time
no longer ran like the few sands in a delicate hour-glass held
by a fragile human hand, but like a majestic river fed by
fathomless seas.... We gave ourselves up to the sweetness of
that unmeasured life, without thought of yesterday or to-morrow;
we drank the cup to-day held to our lips, and knew that so long
as we were athirst that draught would not be denied us._”——
HAMILTON W. MABIE: _Under the Trees_.