THE BEAUTIFUL LADDER. 289 
‘ Thou art, O God, the life and light 
Of all this wondrous world we see; 
Its glow by day, its smile by night, 
Are but reflections caught from thee; 
Where’er we turn thy glories shine, 
And all things fair and bright are thine.’ 
“These divine tracings have been found gem¬ 
ming the rocks and sands, the ooze of ocean- 
bed and slimy pond; they abound in plants and 
animals, and float on the wings of bird and but¬ 
terfly ; and in grander displays we now contem¬ 
plate them canopying the earth and spread all 
over the heavens. And still, as we stretch the 
gaze up toward the celestial world, where the 
great Giver of all this grandeur and glory 
dwells in light unapproachable, the pathway 
grows brighter and brighter, until it shall end 
in the presence of him who prayed, ‘ Father, I 
will that those whom thou hast given me be 
with me where I am, that they may behold my 
glory which thou hast given me.’ 
“ Continuing the inspection of atmospheric 
phenomena, the halo arrests attention. Less 
brilliant in colors, and unassociated with the 
divine promise of remembrance, it is neverthe¬ 
less, in some respects, of surpassing grandeur 
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