THE LANDSCAPE BEAUTIFUL 



spair of painters, the joy of pedestrians. 

 It is as wide as the world, as high as heaven, 

 as infinite as love. Brother, how often do 

 you practise to stand by yourself and take 

 a long look thither? Does not your life 

 need that quiet, that exeJtation, that peace? 



The sky and the sea are twin types of 

 infinity. As we gaze steadfastly upon 

 either, we see plainly how endless are space 

 and time, and how small our present vexa- 

 tions. We understand how much there is 

 still in store for us, — yea, how much is 

 already bestowed upon us. Some persons 

 testify that in such a vision they see their 

 own smallness; but it were better and truer 

 to be able to say that here one sees his own 

 greatness, feels his divine infinity, and lays 

 hold on all space and eternity. 



It is no mere matter of accident that 

 the ancient words for the Deity are the 

 same as for the sky, such as Deus and 

 Dyaus. When those far aboriginal peoples 

 caught the first glimmering thought of God 

 it was out of the bright, shining sky, — 

 the smiling, overarching, protecting sky, — 

 and they looked up and prayed and called 

 Him Deus, that is, the sky. 



I look up into the sky. I see it filled 



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