And the son of man, that thou visitest him?”
Then, swinging upward on those mighty wings, past the reach of science, out of the range of knowledge, up, up to the divinest height ever touched by human thought, the psalmist-astronomer cries impiously, exultantly,
“For thou hast made him but little lower than God,
And crownest him with glory and honor!”
This starts where the astronomer stopped. This is religion and literature. And I have these very stars over my hilltop here in Hingham!
CHAPTER IV
THE DUTY TO DIG