" WASHINGTON, APRIL, 1916.

A B EAUTIF UL EXTRACT,
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Go out beneath The arched heavens in
nights profound gloom, and say, if you
can, ssIhere is no Godn' Pronounce that
dreadful bla.phemy, and each star above
you will reproach your unbroken darkness
of intellect: every voice that floats upon
the night winds will bewail your utter


hopelessness and despair! Is there no God


Who, then, unrolled the blue scroll, and


threw upon its high frontispiece the legible


gleamings of Immortality Who fashion


ed this green earth, with its perpetual roll


ing waters, and its wide expanse of islands


and of main' Who settled the foundations


of the mountains? Who paved the heav-
ems with clouds, and attuned, amid the
clamor of storms, the voice of thunders,
and unclaimed lightnings that linger, and
lurk, and flash in their gloom' Who gave
to the eagle safe eyre where the tempests
dwell and beat the strongest, and to the
dove tranquil abode amid the forests that
echo to the minstrelsy of her moan'


Who made THEE, 0 man with thy per-
fected elegance of intellect and form Who
made the light pleasant to thee, and the
darkness a covering and herald to the
first beautiful flashes of the morning. Who
gave thee that matchless symmetry of sim
ew and lip' That regular flowing passion
of ambition and of Love2 No God And
yet the thunder of heaven and the waters
of the earth are calm Is there no light
ming, that heaven is not avenged Are
there no floods, that man is not swept un-
der deluge?