ON THE MANUSCRIPTS OF GOD 



one brings in on one's clothes and person 

 after a long walk on a cold winter day. 

 What white is to the colors, this fragrant 

 freshness is to the more positive perfumes. 

 Windows that have just been washed and 

 linen dried in the wind and sun also acquire 

 this wholesome redolence, a redolence which 

 one might reasonably fancy is psychically 

 duplicated by the aura of a clean soul. 



Perhaps the next chromatic variation from 

 the pure, white fragrance of cleanliness is 

 the salt odor exhaled by the sea; for nature 

 has the same delicately graded scale for her 

 perfumes that she uses for the tints of blos- 

 soms and the plumage of birds. Between 

 the pianissimo fragrance of spring beauties 

 and the heavy perfume of lilacs and 

 hyacinths, she knows how to distil, from less 

 to more, a thousand delicate variations, 

 each producing a different psychical reac- 

 tion. To the intimate spiritual recesses 

 which are opened by mignonette, the locust 

 has no key; neither has the spicy nasturtium 

 or poppy any sesame for the holy of holies 

 whose high priestess is the vestal lily of the 



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