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to quicken all the powers that develop compact units from clusters of human souls I am sitting here in a little shanty made
of sugar- pine shingles this sabbath evening I have not been at church a single time since leaving home. Yet this glorious
valley might well be called a church for every lover of the great Creator who comes within the broad overwhelming influences
of the place fail not to worship as they never did before The glory of the Lord is upon all his works; it is written plainly
upon all the fields of every chime upon every sky but here in this place of surpassing glory the Lord his written in capitals
I hope that one day you will see read with your own eyes 00499 The only sounds that strike me tonight are the ticking
of the clock, the flickering of the fire the. the love songs of a host of peaceful frogs that sing out in the meadow up to
their throats in slush, the deep waving roar of the falls like breakers on a rocky coast Your description of the sad quiet
deserted loneli- ness of home made me sorry I felt like returning to the old farm take care of father mother myself in their
old days but a little reflection served to show that of all the family my views habits dis- position made me the most incapable
for the task You stirred a happy budget of memories in speaking of my work-shop laboratory. The