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thunder of its diapason through the noble aisles, or in 

 winter, when the rugged masonry of its architecture is 

 at its best, column and arch in all the glory of their 

 naked strength and symmetry. Come here after the 

 snowstorm has wrought its wonderwork of white along 

 the silent aisles and behold in equal silence the en- 

 chantment that is everywhere. The vast vault is 

 groined with a lacework of tracery and the col- 

 umned trees hold aloft this fairy roof on arches of 

 purest marble. No other trees than these elms could 

 have given the marvelous effect of aisle and arch 

 which is so magnificent in lift and in perspective, in 

 aspiration and in suggestion. The cosy nooks of the 

 Park appeal to you in their ways and draw you lov- 

 ingly to their confines, but this open spot uplifts you 

 as the music of the organ, as the sound of the sea. 

 Even in its silence there is a majesty of repose. Come 

 here after the driving sleet of the midwinter ice storm 

 has hammered its flashing mail over these staunch 

 old trees; when the sun sends a glory over their 

 crystal arches and fills the flashing vaults with flames 

 of the ruby, the topaz, the amethyst and the diamond, 

 while the keen air crackles and snaps with the yearn- 

 ing of the great boughs as they rock and sway with 

 the wind. Come here then and walk adown this sylvan 

 abbey with the wonder of enchantment in thy heart. 

 Surely this place should be the sanctuary of high aspira- 

 tions and noble communings. No mean nor petty 

 thoughts should here walk with the soul. The grand 

 old trees at every step say, "The groves were God's 

 first temples," and from their silent eloquence comes 



