This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 edition. Excerpt: ... REVELATION. Once, after long weeks in the dust and heat of the city-- in the noisy strife of the crowded world-- covered daily with the grime of toil-- Once, I say, I stood in the still night upon the shore of a lake; and for a long time I watched the lurid west. And with my own eyes I saw God painting upon the sky-curtain of the softening dark; And, after a while, the moon and her brood of stars wandered through the night; And I said to myself I need no bibles of old revelation; this is revelation; out of this beauty is my faith born. II. Now that night is passed, and I again hear the noise and feel the grime of the crowded world; But now I am more patient and longer suffering, for I know that nightly God is painting His revelation on the skycurtain over the lake where I stood. And over every lake, and over the crest of every hill, and over the green level of every open field, and if we could but see, over the sky-obscuring houses of every city-- is God painting His revelation. AN EASTER PRAYER. Resurrect Thou the dreams and songs and love that enchanted the garden of my youth, filled with the joys of a thousand hopes in the still morning's twilight, and dawning visions in the shadowed, starry night. As the kindly earth yields forth each spring her budding brood, so in the barren winter of my heart may there bloom again the rose of sweet content. O'er the din of the world and the strife of men, let rise the symphonies of eternal peace. Resurrect them that slumber in graves of gold; and deliver humanity from those cruel conventions that are but the husks of virtue. Make kindness king, and teach us that good deeds are greater than philosophy. To tired men that daily tread the crowded streets, give Thou a place of sweet repose at night;...