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How small and unimportant seem all our fretful troubles and ambitions when we stand with them in our hand before the great calm face of Silence! We smile at them ourselves, and are ashamed. HOW SMALL AND UNIMPORTANT SEEM ALL OUR FRETFUL TROUBLES AND AMBITIONS WHEN WE STAND WITH THEM IN OUR HAND BEFORE THE GREAT CALM FACE OF SILENCE WE SMILE AT THEM OURSELVES AND ARE ASHAMED
fessional sightseer, one is very much like another. Their beauty to me lies, not in the paintings and sculpture they give houseroom to, nor in the bones and bric-a-brac piled up in their cellars, but in themselves--their echoing vastness, their deep silence. Above the little homes of men, above the noisy teeming streets, they rise like some soft strain of perfect music, cleaving its way amid the jangle of discordant notes. Here, where the voices of the world sound faint; here, where the city's glamour comes not in, it is good to rest for a while--if only the pestering guides would leave one alone--and think. There is much help in Silence. From its touch we gain renewed life. Silence is to the Soul what his Mother Earth was to Briareus. From contact with it we rise healed of our hurts and strengthened for the fight. Amid the babel of the schools we stand bewildered and affrighted. Silence gives us peace and hope. Silence teaches us no creed, only that God's arms are around the universe.  CATHEDRAL EXCEPT AT THE PROFESSIONAL SIGHTSEER ONE IS VERY MUCH LIKE ANOTHER THEIR BEAUTY TO ME LIES NOT IN THE PAINTINGS AND SCULPTURE THEY GIVE HOUSE ROOM TO NOR IN THE BONES AND BRIC A BRAC PILED UP IN THEIR CELLARS BUT IN THEMSELVES THEIR ECHOING VASTNESS THEIR DEEP SILENCE ABOVE THE LITTLE HOMES OF MEN ABOVE THE NOISY TEEMING STREETS THEY RISE LIKE SOME SOFT STRAIN OF PERFECT MUSIC CLEAVING ITS WAY AMID THE JANGLE OF DISCORDANT NOTES HERE WHERE THE VOICES OF THE WORLD SOUND FAINT HERE WHERE THE CITY'S GLAMOUR COMES NOT IN IT IS GOOD TO REST FOR A WHILE IF ONLY THE PESTERING GUIDES WOULD LEAVE ONE ALONE AND THINK THERE IS MUCH HELP IN SILENCE FROM ITS TOUCH WE GAIN RENEWED LIFE SILENCE IS TO THE SOUL WHAT IS MOTHER EARTH WAS TO BRIARY US FROM CONTACT WITH IT WE RISE HEALED OF OUR HURTS AND STRENGTHEN FOR THE FIGHT AMID THE BABEL OF THE SCHOOLS WE STAND BEWILDERED AND AFFRIGHTED SILENCE GIVES US PEACE AND HOPE SILENCE TEACHES US NO CREED ONLY THAT GOD'S ARMS ARE AROUND THE UNIVERSE
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