Blessing in Trouble

When tender grasses start in the spring on the meadows along the Connecticut, the farmers rejoice. But the snows melt, the rains pour, the burdened river cannot carry all its treasure, and it overflows its banks, and submerges the fields. When the waters subside a deposit of mud has blotted out every spear of grass. But, behold! In a few weeks the blades shoot up through, and never was there such burden on fields as in the harvest day there is on these, that seemed to have been destroyed; for the slime and mud fed the fields instead of destroying them.
And so has it often been in the world’s history, that torrents which seemed to be destruction, in the end enriched rather than destroyed what they submerged.

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