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The father and child made their resting-place under the giant oak. They knew not whither to fly for refuge; the day and the night had become the same to them, -- the night menaced with robbers, the day with the mob. If return to their home was forbidden, where in the wide world a shelter for the would-be world-improver? Yet they despaired not, their hearts failed them not. The majestic splendour of the night, as it deepened in its solemn calm; as the shadows of the windless trees fell larger and sharper upon the silvery earth; as the skies grew mellower and more luminous in the strengthening starlight, inspired them with the serenity of faith, -- for night, to the earnest soul, opens the Bible of the universe, and on the leaves of Heaven is written, "God is everywhere."
Their hands were clasped each in each, their pale faces were upturned; they spoke not, neither were they conscious that they prayed, but their silence was thought, and the thought was worship.