July 21

So shall the Highest show the visions of the high things.

THOSE delicate wanderers, The wind, the star, the cloud,

Ever before mine eyes

As to an altar bowed,

Sighs and dew-laden airs

Offer in sacrifice.

The offerings arise:

Hazes of rainbow light,

Pure crystal, blue, and gold,

Through dreamland take their flight;

And 'mid the sacrifice

God moveth as of old.

In miracles of fire

He symbols forth His days;

In gleams of crystal light

Reveals what pure pathways

Lead to the soul's desire,

The silence of the height.

"A. F."

Homeward

A CHANGED LIFE