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I do not , I confess , sympathize with my Second Advent friends in their lamentable depreciation of Mother Earth even in her present state . I find it extremely difficult to comprehend how it is that this goodly , green , sunlit home of ours is resting under a curse . It really does not seem to me to be altogether like the roll which the angel bore in the prophet 's vision , `` written within and without with mourning , lamentation , and woe . '' September sunsets , changing forests , moonrise and cloud , sun and rain , -- I for one am contented with them . They fill my heart with a sense of beauty . I see in them the perfect work of infinite love as well as wisdom . It may be that our Advent friends , however , coincide with the opinions of an old writer on the prophecies , who considered the hills and valleys of the earth 's surface and its changes of seasons as so many visible manifestations of God 's curse , and that in the millennium , as in the days of Adam 's innocence , all these picturesque inequalities would be levelled nicely away , and the flat surface laid handsomely down to grass .