of the road the mountains sometimes dis- 

 appear from our vision, but we know that 

 they still loom in undiminished majesty 

 against the horizon; the gods sometimes 

 hide themselves, but there is something 

 within which affirms that we shall again 

 look on their serene faces, calm amid our 

 turbulence and unchanging amid our vicis- 

 situdes. It is this heavenly inheritance of 

 insight and faith which makes Nature so 

 divinely significant to us, and matches 

 all its forms and phenomena with spiritual 

 realities not to be taken from us by time or 

 change or by that mysterious angel of the 

 last great transformation which we call 

 death. The morning is always breaking 

 over the low horizon lines of some sea 

 or continent; voices of birds are always 

 "carolling against the gates of day;" and 

 so, through unbroken light and song, our 

 life is solemnly and sublimely moved on- 

 ward to the dawn in which all the faint 

 stars of our hope shall melt into the 

 eternal day. 





