One day land arose out of the sea.

The birth was of a revolutionary nature, there were earthquakes, volcanic craters, falling cities and dying men--but new land was there.

Or else it moves slowly, invisibly, a metre or two in a century, and returns to the land it used to possess.

Thus it restores the soil it stole from it, but cleaner, refined and full of vitality to live and to create.

Such is the sea and its work." These are the words of the old half-blind Queen, who can never look upon the beloved picture again, but she told me how she always idolised the sea, and how her grand nephews and nieces shared her feelings, and how she grew young again with them when she told them tales of olden times.
One could listen to her for hours without growing weary, and always there was some beautiful thought or word to carry away and think over.
Doubtless such knowledge would be more correct were it taken from some geological work.