

country beyond ; and so one climbs, step 

 by step, into the glory of a new world. 



The solitude, the silence, the radiant 

 beauty of the morning, the expanding 

 sweep of hills and valleys at one's feet, 

 fill one with eager longing for the unbroken 

 circle of sky at the summit, and prepare 

 one for the thrill of joy with which the 

 soul answers the outspread vision. 



At last only a few rocks interpose be- 

 tween the summit and the last resting- 

 place. I wait a moment longer than I 

 need, as one pushes back for an instant the 

 cup from which he has long desired to 

 drink. I even shun the noble vistas that 

 open on either side, postponing to the 

 moment of perfect achievement the partial 

 successes already won. But the rocks are 

 soon climbed, the summit is reached ! The 

 world is at my feet the mountain ranges 

 like great billows, and the valleys, deep, far, 

 and shadowy, between; and overhead the 

 unbroken arch of sky melting into illimi- 

 table space through infinite gradations of 

 blue. The vision which has haunted me so 





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