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leaves, the grasshoppers, the birds ; all the air 

 is so full of life that he himself seems to live 

 more largely only by being conscious of this 

 multitudinous life. And at length he prays. 

 He prays for a deeper and a fuller soul, that he 

 may take from all something of their grandeur, 

 beauty, and energy, and gather it to himself. 

 In answer let us think to this prayer there 

 was granted unto him a Vision. To every man 

 who truly meditates and prays, there comes 

 in the end a Vision a Vision of a Flying 

 Roll ; a Vision of Four Chariots ; a Vision 

 of a Basket of Summer Fruit. To this man 

 came the Vision, rarely granted, of the 

 infinite possibilities in man. He saw how 

 much greater and grander he might become, 

 how his senses might be intensified, how his 

 frame might be perfected, how his soul might 

 become fuller. Morning, noon, and night he 

 sees this Vision, and he prays continually for 

 that increased fulness of soul which is the 

 chief splendour of his Vision. 



" Sometimes I went to a deep, narrow valley 

 in the hills, silent and solitary. The sky 



