1874-1876HCNDiary_041a

gorse, and crimson of the
poppy; and among them
in gorgeous robes the angels
and saints in heaven, that
they might lift up the eyes
and hearts of men for ever
and ever out of the dark,
sad world of the cold
north, with all its coarsemen
and crimes, toward a realm
of perpetual holiness, amid
a constant summer of beauty
and of light; as one who,
from between the bleak paws
of a narrow glen, catches
a glimpse of far lands,
gay with gardens and cottages,
purple mountain ranges, and
the far off sea, and the
hazy horizon melting into an
infinite space of freedom
and repose." I ought not to
have written so long an extract
here, I suppose, but it was so
beautiful, and I could not
find a newspaper to cut
it from. The boys came