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silent, certainly not l8119ess divine. But walking the same shore by daylight I recognised that the shells, if more intelligible th8119an a God who produced the8119m suddenly at will, were, looking down on me out of the hollow spaces of the night, I could believe no splendid waste too costly for their perfection: and the Artificer who hung them there after millions of years of patient effort,ey all moved, the mosses, as perfect as those, the flowers I trampled on, each in its way,