. Stories of a country doctor . ens. Then I saw 234 Benevolent Designs. them stand up and dance like angels of light in theclouds to the music of that grand organ of nature, whosekeys seemed to have been touched by the fin^er of Di-vinity in the hall of eternity that responded in notes ofthunder that resounded through the universe. Then Isaw the darkness drift away beyond the horizon and themorn get up from her saffron bed like a a queen, put onher robes of light, come forth from her palace in the sun andstand t i p-toe on themistymoun-t a in top,a n d niofhtfled beforeher gloriousface to hisb
. Stories of a country doctor . ens. Then I saw 234 Benevolent Designs. them stand up and dance like angels of light in theclouds to the music of that grand organ of nature, whosekeys seemed to have been touched by the fin^er of Di-vinity in the hall of eternity that responded in notes ofthunder that resounded through the universe. Then Isaw the darkness drift away beyond the horizon and themorn get up from her saffron bed like a a queen, put onher robes of light, come forth from her palace in the sun andstand t i p-toe on themistymoun-t a in top,a n d niofhtfled beforeher gloriousface to hisbed chamber at thepole. I stood atthe mouth I STOOD AT THE MOUTH OF A GREAT CANON AT of a great EVENING. canon at evenmg, where the water had, by the attrition of theao-es, worn its way through hundreds of feet of solidgranite. The beautiful river, whose waters came fromthe melted snow on the mountain tops, came leaping anddashmg down through the great canon, sprang into thevalley and went singing on to the sea. The valley below. Benevolent Designs. 235 was covered w^ith cedars, arranged as artistically as ifthey had been planted by the hand of man, and themountain sides were covered with stately pine. Andfar away up and beyond all I could see the lofty, snow-capped summits that in their towermg grandeui seemedto pierce the upper skies. I stood here at sunset v/henit was already dark in the valley, but still light upon themountain tops. The sun was setting and I saw himpierce the mists that ever hung about the mountainsbrow with his broad lances of light. I stood in the darkness and looked into the light; I stood in the night andlooked into the day. I could see with a simple glance of the cye. To the place where the day bade the night good-bye. Appalled and awe stricken by the beautiful pictureI raised my eyes that I might catch a glimpse of thehand that had wrought the wonderful scene, and there,high up on the granite rocks, I beheld traced in letters ofliving light the beautif
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