Preface
_ Then said he unto me,
Go thy way,
Weigh me the weight of the fire,
Or measure me the blast of the wind,
Or call me again the day that is past.
II Esdras IV:5
The day is done, and yet we linger here at the window of the private office, alone, in the early evening. Street sounds come surging up to us--the hoarse Voice of the City--a confused blur of noise--clanging trolley-cars, rumbling wagons, and familiar cries--all the varied commotion of the home-going hour when the city‘s buildings are pouring forth their human tide of laborers into the clogged arteries.
We lean against the window-frame, looking across and beyond the myriad roofs, and listening. The world-weariness has touched our temples with gray, and the heaviness of the day‘s concerns and tumult presses in, presses in .... presses in ....
Yet as we look into the gentle twilight, the throbbing street below slowly changes to a winding country road .... the tall buildings fade in the sunset g

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