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01355 4 31 mountains is visible-, the sleek wild animals with bright eyes that roam the woods, the birds, the vegetation,
the myriads of creeping, flying, shining, rejoicing creatures-, not a hair or feather of them is in sight, not a leafe or
painted petal of all the flowers there, not one of all the glowing crystals of the rocks or of the snow. Yet how fine the
beauty they send to us across the broad blue distances; how mysterious the influence of that beauty traveling on wings of
Light, silent as to the outer sense, yet coming into our souls with celestial pompt song, not as angels come to deliver divine
messages go away again, but to abide with us forever in these spiritual mansions of the mind, Divine Beauty finding there
a home built for it fitted for its reception by Divine Love