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lems and passively yield to the mighty- 

 uplift. Look, gaze up over the treetops 

 until your soul is transported into the 

 boundless spaces. Stay there, rest there, 

 until filled with awe and mayhap you feel 

 as small and as insignificant as Immanuel 

 Kant felt when trying to apprehend the 

 glory of the night-sky. There is only one 

 way easily and wholesomely to come back 

 to earth, and that way is indicated in the 

 103d psalm: "For as the heaven is high 

 above the earth, so great is his mercy 

 toward them that fear him." 



Another beautiful winter scene is made 

 by treetops (elms or very tall oaks I pre- 

 fer in this case) in a snowstorm — not a 

 furious storm, "announced by all the 

 trumpets of the sky," but a silent, long- 

 gathering storm. Accidentally some one 

 looks out of the window and exclaims: 

 Why! it is snowing!" The flakes are 

 barely getting to the ground though. 

 They linger and float and dally like irre- 

 sponsible children on an errand. But wait 



