ON THE MANUSCRIPTS OF GOD 



dewdrop a more ethereal counterpart of the 

 raindrop, and mimics in its dazzling tints 

 the splendor of all the jewels with which 

 mankind has pieced out the vocabulary of 

 love and pride. With another intercelestial 

 incantation she refines her medium to fogs 

 and mists, abolishing the harsh angles of 

 the world and throwing a veil of glamour 

 over objects which have lost their mystery 

 in the common light of day. This is na- 

 ture, the mystic, as we again find her in 

 some of her subterranean waterways yet to 

 be mentioned. Before she has finished ex- 

 periments with water in its refined form she 

 makes a collaboration with the sun in the 

 moving pictures of cloudland. These, by 

 her own white magic, she continually 

 changes on the reel of nights and days, so 

 that never once in all the day-paged ages 

 has she repeated herself. 



That nature herself feels a bit of pride 

 in this celestial translation of her work one 

 suspects from her clever arrangement of 

 ocean, lake, and river mirrors which capture 



the reflections of the clouds and bring them 



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