. The door in the book through which the children of to-day pass, to walk and to talk with the children of Bible times . ubits and aspan high and wears a coat of mail, andhis shield is so heavy that a stout manbears it before him. They tell me his 98 THE DOOR IN THE BOOK spear is like the beam of a weaversloom. To these eager questions Edith couldonly reply, I have heard of him from others. Inever saw him. He is not of my people. Yea. Thy speech showeth that, yet IAvould know more of him, for, in myheart, I feel the Lord will some day giveme strength to deliver him into the handsof our people.
. The door in the book through which the children of to-day pass, to walk and to talk with the children of Bible times . ubits and aspan high and wears a coat of mail, andhis shield is so heavy that a stout manbears it before him. They tell me his 98 THE DOOR IN THE BOOK spear is like the beam of a weaversloom. To these eager questions Edith couldonly reply, I have heard of him from others. Inever saw him. He is not of my people. Yea. Thy speech showeth that, yet IAvould know more of him, for, in myheart, I feel the Lord will some day giveme strength to deliver him into the handsof our people. Sometimes upon theselonely mountains I seem to hear the voiceof the Lord calling, calling me to saveHis people. * The Lord God spoke to Abraham con-cerning Isaac. He hath spoken also tome. They that hear Him are as the an-gels that excel in strength, that do Hiscommandments, hearkening unto thevoice of His word. When I think ofthese things my spirit would break forthinto singing. Listen. Alone upon thesemountains have I lifted my voice in Hispraise. Let me sing for thee a newsong? He paused a moment and drew forth. IT WAS NOT I ALONE DID THIS THE SHEPHERD 99 from his coat a little pipe that seemed toEdith like a flageolet. He put it to hismouth and it breathed a soft note, andthus he spake in the tone of his pipe, Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lordmy God Thou art very great; Thou artclothed with honor and majesty: Whocoverest Thyself with light, as with agarment; who stretchest out the heavensas a curtain. Who maketh His angelsspirits; His ministers a flaming the Lord all ye His hosts, ye minis-ters of His that do His pleasure. He paused abruptly and sat down onthe grass at her feet and buried his faceupon his knees. To Edith his songseemed like some grand psalm. She couldonly sit there and gaze far off over themountains and valleys and up at the wideblue sky. It seemed to her as if the placemust be some grand cathedral where anunseen organ filled the shadowy aislesw
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