r68 THE OLIVE LEAF. CHAP. ix. 



the little germander speedwell, which from the grassy 

 fringe of the white dusty wayside touches the blue hem 

 of His garment as He passeth by, catches from that 

 magic touch the virtue of its lovely hue, like that of 

 those serene azure depths into which the larks and our 

 wishes go, and in its turn smiles upon the weary wayfarer 

 with the simple holy greeting which has given it its 

 name, and which is so suitable in a world of changes 

 and chances like this speed thee well ! And the lovely 

 veronica, in whose sweet innocent face we now see as 

 through a glass darkly the dim, faint, anticipative 

 lineaments of Him who is the crown of its loveliness, 

 speaks to us mutely but eloquently of the beatific 

 vision, when we, whom He truly made in His own 

 image and after His own likeness, shall be like Him, 

 for we shall see Him as He is. " And they shall see 

 His face; and His name shall be in their foreheads." 



