THE GREAT MIRROR 



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that hour of love! And the beads that have 

 been told, the cries for strength and help that 

 have gone up, the tears of repentance and de- 

 spair that have fallen in that hour of prayer! 



Man is, after all, an emotional animal. He 

 is easily brought to his knees. And it may be 

 a very slight thing that brings him there. The 

 scent of meadow grass, the wild rose by the 

 roadside, the moan of the autumn wind, the 

 falling rain — any one of them may be suffi- 

 cient. But above all nature's manifestations 

 whereby we are moved emotionally must be 

 placed the twilight sea. The still water at 

 evening with the Angelus light upon it is some- 

 thing that foolish people may pooh-pooh in 

 public, as children in the dark whistle to keep 

 their courage up ; but deep down in their hearts 

 they have an emotion about it — a feeling for 

 its beauty and a love for its tranquil splendor, 

 if nothing more. 



And after twilight has gone and the moon 

 alone is weaving a pathway across the water, 

 when the little silver-rimmed waves are gently 

 lapping on the beach and the tall pines on the 

 headland are standing motionless against the 

 purple sky, what fancies come and go across 

 the sea ! Memories, associations, aspirations, 

 regrets, how they pour upon us, struck into 



Effect on the 

 emotions of 

 the Angelas 

 light. 



The Angels 

 Pathway. 



