text:  True it is that the best of our gifts--peace freedom security and a new standard of public morality--these blessings are like sleep like health like innocence like the eternal revolutions of day and night which sink inaudibly into human hearts leaving behind (as sweet vernal rains) no flaunting records of ostentation and parade; we are not the nation of triumphal arches and memorial obelisks; but the sleep the health the innocence the grateful vicissitudes of seasons reproduce themselves in fruits and products enduring for generations and overlooked by the slanderer only because they are too diffusive to be noticed as extraordinary and benefiting by no light of contrast simply because our own beneficence has swept away the ancient wretchedness that could have furnished that contrast