Excerpt from Four Days of God Looking at it merely as a thing of wonder, among all miracles there is greater than the coming of the spring. The earth was so brown and bare and hard, - slowly a mist swathes it, the suspicion of a tender green, and everywhere the grass is growing, everywhere as if each particle of sand and soil were aspiring to a higher form of being. This stem was yesterday like a dead coral branch, to-day a tiny red sprout has parted the wood. Whence comes it, what is it, by what hidden movement, from what unkwn life? While boughs are bare of leaves, all at once the cherry-tree has hung a swy veil of blossoms on its stems. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.