mien a certainty 

 storm? 



Or, have you ever watched its 

 gayer nature from that same chill 

 tone at dawn peep forth, little spots 

 of blue, like childish laughter dis- 

 pelling sterner mood, until the whole 

 wide dome is smiling the blue of 

 the asteria; warmer yet as the sun 

 mounts to turquoise, and at last 

 the true cerulean, shimmering, blaz- 

 ing in all the ripe completed beauty 

 of a June garden? Then have you, 

 as the hours circled, watched this 

 full-blooded light yield its radiance 

 to the spirit of evening, gently drift- 

 ing to the blue of the ancients, lapis 

 lazuli deeper, deeper yet, until the 

 whole wonderful mantle is spread 

 over you, a great dark-hearted sap- 

 phire ? Then, indeed you have found 

 something good. 



I am not asking you, the veteran, 

 scarred with wounds and memories, 

 nor you, the free-spirited moun- 

 taineer or plainsman; but you 

 house-ridden dwellers in the cities, 

 soul-sick ones, in church, in drawing- 

 room, in office, or sweat-shop. Throw 

 off your fetters for awhile, your 



