332 AROUND AN OLD HOMESTEAD. 



never realize the ideal that I found there; but I can 

 approach it, and I can tell others that it is there. 



It is as David, the psalmist of Israel, sang cen- 

 turies ago: 



"Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow 

 a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine 

 altars, O Lord of hosts." 



And from those altars rises under the sun the incense 

 of the flowers and fields into the beautiful blue. 



"THE LORD IS IN HIS HOLY TEMPLE; 

 LET ALL THE EARTH KEEP SILENCE BEFORE HIM." 



UNDER THE BLUE. 



