Lotus blossom





" I stood leaning upon a balustrade that I might enjoy the freshness of the evening breeze. The autumnal wind wafted towards me the fragrance of the white lotus flowers, and shifting like water I saw the horns of the new moon. It was the very night when, as the tale is told, there is a blending of the constellations, and then I thought silently that if the heavens had a happiness of their own in union and sympathy, there was no reason why man should be delivered over to sadness and solitude. If there isa day of gladness and rejoicing above, are there no jewels—is there no fragrance for us to possess and enjoy below ?
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