Then his limbs quivered; he threw his arms about.

A groan issued from his constricted chest.

In a little while, he arose.
"Which is best?
Which is most to be loved and admired ?" said the old Man.

"The wild, fierce, brilliant tempest, or the quiet rain that restores the image of life and beauty which the tempest has destroyed?
See! The gentle breezes are beginning to move over the fields, and, hand in hand with the uplifting sunlight, to raise the rain that has been trodden beneath the crushing heel of the tempest, whose false sublimity you so much admired.

There is nothing startling and brilliant in this work; but it is a good and a great work, and it will go on silently and efficiently until not a trace of the desolating storm can be found.