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and lo ! the heavens opened and a voice that the 

 world heard proclaimed him a beloved son. So 

 earnest souls who have redeemed life from 

 its baseness and lifted it up from greed and in- 

 spired men with higher ideals, well know their 

 soul windows and the visions of things invisible. 

 We do not know ourselves until we know what 

 things we cannot do without. 



Of the rugged old Hebrew Prophet Daniel 

 it is recorded that in his Babylonian captivity 

 he opened his windows daily toward Jerusalem 

 and there communed with his God. The open 

 window would assist his thoughts in recalling 

 memories, stirring sympathies, rousing imagi- 

 nation, pinioning hope and so deepening spirit- 

 ual longings. Out of that open window toward 

 the west was Palestine, the land of promise, 

 there was Jerusalem, the city of the great king, 

 made memorable by prophets and kings and 

 national prowess. That daily devotional hour 

 with all its sacred associations was most vital 

 and all Babylon could not invade it. Through 

 that open window went the strong tide of his 

 heart-laden thonghts. Is it not equally true 

 that every burdened soul must have its open 

 windows and open toward its Jerusalem? I 

 have read that it is a fundamental principle of 

 art in painting interiors that there should be. 



