IN THE NORTH COUNTRY 



distant, and with it we turn our faces toward the 

 dear, familiar haunts of home. 



Do you realize that nearly a twelvemonth has 

 elapsed since you and I took our first stroll 

 through the grove together? How rapidly the 

 " mounds of years " heap themselves up ! How 

 quickly the cycles pass! Oh, for unlimited lei- 

 sure, for unbounded opportunities for investiga- 

 tion, and the vision that penetrates to the heart 

 of the mysteries by which we are surrounded. 



Look again, where the pines and the birches 

 part, at the majestic river wending its way to the 

 sea. Is it not as if with a promise of final har- 

 mony and infinite opportunities for the fulfilment 

 of heaven-born desires that it murmurs as it 

 flows: 



Trinity, Eternity. Trinity, Eternity? 



