A SUNSET SKY 



"The man is blessed who every day is permitted to behold anything so pure and serene as the western sky 

 at sunset, while revolutions vex the world. There is no winter necessarily in the sky, though snow covers the 

 earth. The sky is always ready to answer our moods. We can see summer there or winter. (Dec. 27) 

 . . . Whatever we see without is a symbol of something within. . . . The lover of contemplation, accord- 

 ingly, will gaze much into the sky. Fair thoughts and a serene mind make fair days. (Jan. 17) ... I 

 witness a beauty in the form and coloring of the clouds which addresses itself to my imagination, . . . ex- 

 cites me, stirs my blood, makes my thoughts flow. ... If there is not something mystical in your explanation, 

 ... it is quite insufficient. . . . What sort of science is that which enriches the understanding, but robs the 

 imagination? ... If we knew all things mechanically merely, should we know anything really?" (Dec. 25) 

 — Thobeau 



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