2<5o THROUGH LIBRARY WINDOWS 



hour alone with woods and rocks and stars and 

 self is rare and elect and instinct with a higher 

 good. There is a silence that is full and speaks, 

 peopled with loving intelligences, and full of 

 soul refreshment. There is a silence that is 

 empty and suffocates, and starves. There is 

 ever a society in the deepest solitude to the 

 hungry-hearted. Not every one covets such op- 

 portunities, but those who do, whether in the 

 quiet of the chamber or cathedral or forest or 

 mountain, they are sure to sense the choicest. 

 In such hours how the voices and noises and 

 strugglings of earth die out and drop away 

 and He fills all space and all time and all life. 

 Often the Master said to the twelve He was 

 training, "Let us go apart from the multitude," 

 and up into the mountain He led them. Up 

 there He taught them and opened their under- 

 standing and gave them visions of truth and 

 life and came again into the plains girt with 

 power to serve the race. Up in this awful soli- 

 tude we feel the What and Why of Being, 

 things look so small and shadowy, realities are 

 beyond and above, relationships are everything. 

 We turn instinctively from our troubled past 

 and come into a better edition of ourselves and 

 would build tabernacles. 



The bell in the church tower struck eleven, 



