THROUGH LIBRARY WINDOWS 305 



"Sweet strange mysteries, 



Of what beyond these things may lie, 



And yet remain unseen, unknown." 



We are greater than we can think or know. 

 The outlook on splendid landscapes and gor- 

 geous sunsets and starry heavens stir sublimest 

 emotions, but we cannot fully voice them. Man 

 ever comes to his best through the religious. 

 Does not the soul feel its life lived to visions 

 and models it cannot explain ? Life has its limi- 

 tations, but they are constantly falling back be- 

 fore enlarging experiences. The perfection of 

 life is living at peace with the conscious soul. For 

 is there not another self within ourselves with 

 whom we carry on conversations? Are we not 

 often at variance with this inner self and fool- 

 ishly try to drown its voices and spurn its coun- 

 sels? We may do it for a time, but later it 

 rouses to the mastery. 



There are supreme moments in our existence 

 when great purposes dominate and vital revela- 

 tions are made and a new call is heard and new 

 grace vouchsafed and new paths open and life 

 takes on character and power. There are such 

 real epochs in human lives. Have we not sensed 

 it in the indescribable look of another, the sub- 

 tle saturation of voice in sympathetic song, the 



