and in its sleep is ministered to as perfectly 

 as if it were the only created thing. 



When one stands on the shores of night 

 and looks off on that mighty sea of dark- 

 ness in which a world lies engulfed, there is 

 no thought but worship and no speech but 

 silence. Face to face with immensity and 

 infinity, one travels in thought among the 

 shining islands that rise up out of the 

 fathomless shadows, and feels everywhere 

 the stir of a life which knows no weariness 

 and makes no sound, which pervades the 

 darkness no less than the light, and makes 

 the night glorious as the day with its garni- 

 ture of constellations ; and even as one waits, 

 speechless and awestruck, the morning star 

 touches the edges of the hills, and a new 

 day breaks resplendent in the eastern sky. 



65 



L -^L 



