THROUGH LIBRARY WINDOWS 253 



from the flint, suggesting veiled mysteries be- 

 neath and behind all that doth appear. The 

 world is full of wonder. Happy is the soul 

 trained to hear and see. 



I never weary on the mountains, nor of them. 

 I breathe fuller and rarely suffer bodily fatigue, 

 mind is clear and vigorous, memory swift- 

 winged and tireless, imagination impetuous and 

 daring in its flights, thinking is easy and full of 

 satisfaction. One seems so close up to the 

 spirit realm and every thought takes on the 

 tinge of the upper and better. Here is free- 

 dom, the dull and vile are gone, the blue ether 

 is so near and pure and strong. The desire to 

 be alone on these great heights is instinctive, 

 numbers divide and distract, for there are times 

 when the soul would commune with itself and 

 the Infinite. Sights and silences are ever ar- 

 restive and impressive, and thoughts grow large 

 and holy. How blessed such mountain com- 

 munion, how infinitely helpful in its spiritual 

 undergirdings and uplifts and gratifications, 

 giving a sort of transfiguration, a foretaste of 

 what is its birthright and ultimate heritage. 

 Yes, alone and not alone nor lonely. It is 

 God's mountain picture gallery of His best 

 handiwork and our joy in it is His pleasure. 

 The Father and child meet on best vantage 



