THE LANDSCAPE BEAUTIFUL 



place very near, — a great space filled with 

 love and tenderness and blessing, whence 

 every sort of gracious ministry falls on a 

 thirsty and sometimes unsatisfied world. 



The sky is equally beautiful in a snow- 

 fall, and especially so at the beginning of 

 a warm snow, when the air is filled with 

 soft feathery floating craft, each one loaded 

 with pearls and rainbows. The German 

 women tell their children that the old 

 woman is picking her geese. A more poetic 

 little girl said that the angels were throw- 

 ing kisses to the children. Lowell, when 

 he looked out on "The First Snow-Fail," 

 knew that God was sending the snowflakes 

 to heal the wounds of the earth, both phys- 

 ical and spiritual. It is worth a man's time 

 to look up into the sky and see where the 

 snowflakes come from. 



All this is the sky of the day season. 

 But the night cometh, and with it new 

 beauties and beatitudes. There is more 

 of brooding tenderness and the spirit of 

 motherhood in the night sky. The stars 

 are serene and still, yet they sing together 

 like the choirs of the judgment day. How 

 many they are ! How far away they are ! Yet 

 the Infinite Love reaches to all of them. 



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