The Magic of the Hour

"The moon was coming up over the eastern hills, flooding the pastures and fields with a silvery radiance, and bringing the dark outlines of the encircling forest into bold relief, like an etching.

"A whippoorwill was calling from down the road, and a screech owl sent his plaintative cry from the edge of the timber. The myriad insect life was tuning up for the night's orchestration. The earth seemed to be at peace.

"Eric Brown felt the magic of the hour and was thinking of what little account are all the vain and futile strivings of man." *

*Greater Love Hath No Man, David P. Allison, 1938, currently offered as of 8-11-09

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