Opening April 67 



and many more signs are saying that all is as it 

 should be, that 



&quot; God s in his heaven, 

 All s right with the world ! &quot; 



But now we wait for April opening, such as its 

 name invites. South winds must hurry to come, 

 thrust back the western breezes and keep busy 

 until they melt the snows of the mountains north 

 and northwest ; for so long as those snows lie in 

 the forest depths unyielding, so long the summer 

 waits. Yet now the hepaticas are opening in the 

 sunny dells of the woodland ; and now the birds 

 are flying from southern climes and singing all 

 about us. Hear the robins with their bold and 

 heartsome warbles and calls ; hear the fleets of 

 grackles, swinging through the groves and call 

 ing their all-hails to the new earth ; the song- 

 sparrows and their congeners ; the meadow larks, 

 and the brown thrasher, flinging forth his vernal 

 hymn at a fence corner, in so off-hand a way 

 that one feels as if winter had been a mere 

 dream. 



All the pulse of lasting life is in these beautiful 

 rebirths, all the promise of immortality. Ay, 

 truly, such manifestations are but the earnest of 

 the vast splendours of realms and climes that lie 

 beyond. Hear Vaughan s teaching : 



