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perceptible radiance around him which he had never 

 detected on his electrically illumined pavements? 

 What camper on the mountain side, as he turned over on 

 his back and looked up, nothing in his field of vision but 

 the spire of a stunted spruce and the great garden of the 

 stars, has failed to sense with something akin to awe the 

 eastward swing of the earth ball, a sense so sharp some- 

 times that all the stars seem the torches of a great pro- 

 cession marching by the other way, far aloft in the mid- 

 night? It is at such moments that the little cares and 

 perplexities and ambitions of our human life seem most 

 to fall away, to shrink into insignificance, and we feel 

 new springs of power pouring in from the silent places; 

 or, at the very least, we wonder if, after all, the life 

 which is lived close to the earth and the sky, the waters 

 and mountains, however lowly it may be, does not hold 

 something we have lost in our hurry, our herding, our 

 unrest. It is well thus to sit in humbleness now and 

 again at the feet of Orion. 



