Who shall describe the brave splendor of a November sky, that this morning burst through the lattice for me, on my bed? According to terrestrial calculations, above the horizon, there rose one rod of rainbows in the east, crowned with an acre of eldritch ebony. Little by little this topmost pall drooping over a deeply dazzling sunlight, softened, grew gray, then gay and glided into a glory of mottled marvels. Fleecy, faint, fairy blue and golden flecks came out on a background of cerulean hue, while the lower lines of light kindled into gold, orange, pink, crimson, violet; and diamond, topaz, opal, garnet, turquoise, and sapphire spangled the gloom in celestial space, as with the brightness of His glory. Then, thought I, What are we, that He who fashions forever such forms and hues of Heaven, should move our brush or pen to paint frail fairness, or to weave a web of words that glow with gladdening gleams of God, so unapproachable, and yet so near and full of radiant relief in clouds and darkness.
Copyrighted, 1896, by National Christian Scientist Association.
