Human hope and faith should join in nature's grand har-
mony, and, if on minor key, make music in the heart.
And man, more friendly, should call his race as gently
to the springtide of Christ's dear love. St. Paul wrote, [10]
“Rejoice in the Lord always.” And why not, since man's
possibilities are infinite, bliss is eternal, and the conscious-
ness thereof is here and now?
The alders bend over the streams to shake out their
tresses in the water-mirrors; let mortals bow before the [15]
creator, and, looking through Love's transparency, behold