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310 SKETCHES.
Being, who, their heart tells them, is up above. Just as in
the new-built temple of Solomon, the Lord manifested
His presence in a cloud, so in Nature’s glorious temple He
manifests Himself to us, even to this day, in the atmosphere
of the high and the holy which everywhere surrounds us ;
and although a cloudy darkness still hides the revelation
to our eye, yet we feel it in the light, in the invisible,
mighty wind, in all the life which surrounds us, and the
hidden source of which we are called upon to feel, to pay
homage to, and to worship. The ever-varying changes
of the seasons; the rigor and often splendor of winter;
spring’s creative glory; summer’s thunder and lightning,
and its charms; autumn’s ripening life, fogs, and fare-
well festival; day, night, morning, evening —every thing
speaks to the child of Nature, and spreads before its view
a picture in the harmonious variety of which it learns to
trace a heavenly Master’s hand.
And it was surely not in the bosom of full life-giving
Nature, where they were created, these systems of ma-
terialism, of eternal death, this nothing doctrine of noth-
ingness. Spring’s balmy winds did not fan the forehead
within which this gloomy phantom was born. It was
within the dark walls of his narrow cell, while breathing
close and unwholesome air; it was by the dim glimmer
of his midnight lamp, that the fallen son of light and truth
did exert the whole power of his ingenuity to disclaim his
soul, and with it life’s every flower. It was there he could
deprive suffering and longing man of the angel of hope,
and in exchange, give him a skeleton.
Happy, immeasurably happy, art thou, although poor and
despised, if Heaven’s light, which shines before thy mortal
eye, shines also in thy soul. How rich thou art! how little
dost thou miss! What is it thou hast less than the mighty
and the rich? Want. What more than they? Content.
The golden grains of happiness are sown more evenly
than we generally believe; perhaps with a more liberal
hand on that side where earthly gold is not found. -
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