{This Lesson would be translated into Sinhalese & published later!}
I see before me an army that has halted for the night. Below spreads a fertile valley, with barns, and summer orchards. Behind are the terraced sides of a mountain, steep in places and rising high, with broken rocks and clinging cedars. There are numerous camp-fires scattered near and far, some away up on the mountain, with shadowy forms of men and horses. And over all is the sky, far, far out of reach* studded with stars flashing out, the eternal stars.