THROUGH LIBRARY WINDOWS 209 



ated atmosphere, the weathervane northwest, 

 and sunlight in endless profusion; and because 

 of it everything and being was transfused with 

 gladness. I confess to the merest bit of sym- 

 pathy with the impressionists when I see and 

 feel such a day. It was a day when the one 

 overpowering and irresisting thing in all the 

 landscape was light — blessed, blissful sunlight. 

 The very atmosphere palpitated with celestial 

 brilliance. The light seemed to take on the 

 form of a reigning goddess and every possible 

 shadow fled abashed; she sat as queen enthroned 

 in sky and air of earth, and light wreathed and 

 decorated her with gorgeous festoonings. How 

 like the Hebrew poet's conception of Jehovah, 

 "Thou coverest Thyself with light as with a 

 garment." The garden and the fields glowed 

 as in a furnace. The hills seemed as islands 

 floating in a sea of light; the mirage was com- 

 plete in its deception and weird in its picturing. 

 I was as one that dreamed and saw visions and 

 experienced trances. My spirit bathed in golden 

 and purple floods. Even Nature herself had 

 imbibed so freely of this exhilarating sunlight 

 she was dazed, overpowered, as we have seen 

 bees and butterflies bewildered after sipping 

 long of honey. O the vision of it all, the feel- 



