acred gloom of it closed us round. We came to larger and yet larger trees-older,

said my guide at length

od melted away on the

man, with a great whi

e rejoined: "it

n; but this is not the season for t

hat tree is in the ruins of the church on your home-farm. You were going to give some d

to a wilderness of rose-trees, and that the pl

e raven, seeming

r-off musical wind-or the ghost of a music that

re still," s

and where do th

e, go to the ruins still," he replied. "B

kes them

s hatched, so they talk and sing together; and then, they say, the big though

ray as wel

n his own silent heart.-Some people are always

ng, with quick and yet quicker wing-flap, the unseen spiral of a

pigeon!

he pigeon! I see a prayer on its way.-I wonder now what heart is

, of course, how it should be a fit symbol or likenes

you! It cannot

ught, a thing spir

se very dreams are lives. When some pray, they lift heavy thoughts from the ground, only to drop them on it again; others send up their prayers in living shapes, this or that, the nearest likeness to each. All live things were thoughts to begin wi

d never seen one like it before, and cannot utter the feeling it woke in me by its gracious, trusting form, its colour, and its odour

yer-flower," s

ch a flower bef

one prayer-flower is ever qui

w it a prayer-f

re than that I cannot tell you. If you know

to know a prayer-flowe

me of a thing when the thing itself you do not know? Whose work is it but your own to open your eyes? But indeed the

before; therefore I knew that I must be seeing a shadow of the prayer in it;