_Across the silence that between us stays, Speak! I should hear it from God's outmost sun, Above Earth's noise of idle blame and praise,-- The longed-for whisper of thy dear "Well done!"_ It is autumn; and the last week in November. In New Mexico, this land of sunshine, the season is now as kindly as in the early weeks of our Northern September.…
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