Then faded all around me while my heart
Was fixed on that bright cloudscape, passing fair,
Tranquil and shining o’er the sordid mart
As tho’ the embodiment of purest prayer.
Ah, Master of all Beauty, would that we
Each day some vision of Thyself might see!
Ingram Crockett.
THE FIRST CAMP MEETING IN AMERICA
By Helen Harcourt