The Mountaineer {1 
their form what the storm and stress of experience are doing 
for the human soul; moulding it into shape. 
It is so firm and true,—the mountain, yet it is not ungra- 
ciously stoical. Its varied moods are the token of its sympathy 
with the changing processes which are bringing it to the per- 
fection of a more finished beauty. And all the while it keeps 
up its ministry, through the fertilizing streams, to the needs 
of the green and fruitful valleys below and so to the people 
who dwell there. 
“The Lord bless thee and keep thee; the Lord make his 
face to shine upon thee and bless thee; the Lord lift up the 
light of His countenance upon thee and give thee peace.” 
May we not so read the benediction of the mountains? 
AT SUNSET 
