THE DIAMOND
CHAPTER I
THE DIAMOND
OF
many of her beauties, Nature gives us glimpses only. As swaying
gossamer momentarily reveals and hides the charms of a dancing fairy,
so the quick flashes of brilliancy and color, the changes of tone and
atmosphere, the drifts of song and sighing, and the varying perfume of
moods, flit about us, in the restless movements with which our mother
plays hide and seek with her children. Light and shadow flitting over
waters, the interweaving chords of harmonious and exquisite color with
which the sun comes and goes, the whisperings of the wind, the ripple
and rustle of billowing fields and meadows, the mists of the morning,
all become memories as the sight and sound of them sink from eye and
ear to heart. Even the glories of her seasons endure not; the flowers
fade, the green of the field withers, the fruit falls, and the dazzle
and glitter of snow and ice soon melt from the light which glorified
them.
There
are things in Nature, however, which hold their beauty unscathed by
blasting storm, or withering heat, or the changing seasons. These in
their proud suprem-
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