The great eventful Present hides the Past; but through the din Of its loud life hints and echoes from the life behind steal in.
The continuity of life is never broken; the river flows onward and is lost to our sight, but under its new horizon it carries the same waters which it gathered under ours, and its unseen valleys are made glad by the offerings which are borne down to them from the past,--flowers, perchance, the germs of which its own waves had planted on the banks of Time.
Children have neither past nor future - they rejoice in the present.