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the soul. One scarcely cares to tread too roughly, for it 

 is as if the shadow of the mighty God of all creation 

 were around us calling for an unspoken prayer of praise 

 and adoration. 



We stand beneath the pines and enter the grand 

 pillared aisles with a feeling of mute reverence ; these 

 stately trunks bearing their plumed heads so high above 

 us seem a meet roofing for His temple who reared them 

 to His praise. " Where is the house that ye build unto 

 me ? . . . Hath not my hand made all these things ? " 



And hark ! through the aerial harp-strings, swept by 

 the sighing winds, are there not hymns of melody and 

 praise unheard by human ears that ascend up on high 

 even to His throne? "0 ye winds of God, praise Him 

 and magnify His name forever ! " 



There are melodies in ocean, earth and air, unheeded 

 by man as he goes forth to his daily labor, but heard by 

 unseen spirits in their ministrations of love fulfilling the 

 will of our Father. 



Not many living creatures cross our path in these 

 leafy solitudes, unless by chance we disturb some red 

 squirrel from his seat on a moss-covered fallen trunk. 

 At our approach he darts up the nearest tree in swift 

 gyrations, for these little creatures climb in circles, first 

 on one side then on the other. The eye can scarcely 

 follow his track until he reaches a. projecting fork where 

 he finds a hiding-place ; there, made bolder by distance, 

 he stops to look down, perhaps not in fear but with 



