Tanglewood Lane and Skippack Creek 



first bright banner of a royal host emerged 

 in joy and flung its radiance afar; yet 

 they were enough and to spare. For the 

 chariots of the sun and all God^s angels of 

 light and color that lead them on are as 

 swift as they are beautiful. 



Aflame with gold, and violet, and crim- 

 son, of indescribable loveliness and many a 

 baffling hue, they swept from the purple 

 hills below and ascended toward the zenith. 



In a twinkling the black and leaden 

 cloud-waste of the sky blossomed to 

 magnificent and rosy splendor — splendor 

 heaped up mightily, mass upon luminous 

 mass — splendor spread out through illimit- 

 able vistas, wave upon dazzling wave; 

 like the land and sea of Paradise com- 

 mingled and made one. 



And then broad reaches of ethereal 

 verdure, rare and delicate of tint as earliest 

 leaves of spring, appeared upon the vast of 

 this celestial scene and extended into space; 

 while, floating toward the point of vision, 

 as though they had escaped on either side 

 from the rainbow chariots in their flight, 



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