The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1916-09-07

ously by, there now appeared
white, feecy cloudlets, borne gen
tly along towards the western hori-
zon as if in a spirit of modesty
they would weave themselves into
a tilmy tapestry to curtain from
view the solar queen as she retired
for the night. But in this they
defeated their own ends, for in
stead of shielding her from the
enraptured gaze of earth-born
creatures they only enhanced her
beauty and made of her a more
alluring target for the eyes of those
who love the beautiful in nature.
i Because of our desire to make
an end of our vacation remlniscence
we will forego further descrip-
tion OF the evening view from the
Peak. To our mind, then full of
youth and hope and ambition, the
splendor of the morning made the
strongest appeal. The descending
sun drawing the curtains of even
tide athwart the threshold of the
departing day was to us typical of
the sun of human life descending
and drawing the shadows of a
mysterious eternity across the por-
tails of time. While the birth of a
day reminded us of the entrance of
a human unit into the field of ac-
tivity-no less mysterious than
eternity called Life"
Thus as the first Auroral blush
of early morn illumed the east
ern horizon and the stellar watch
men of the night lost their identi-
ty in the superior glow of the
Empress of Light, we arose and
beheld the splendor of a w-born
day. The mists of the valley ap-
peared in the subdued glow of the
early morning like a mystic sea.
The filmy, vaporous clouds formed
themselves into fairy ships, scud-
ding smoothly along under the i'm
petus of the balmy breeze. In
the far distance heavier clouds
hung low along the horizon, as if
some celestial Chesterfield had
strewn them on the lingering
shadows of the receding night as a
pathway for the solar queen as she
embarked on her light-giving
journey.
But why try to describe a scene
that is indescribable? To stand up
on the mountain top while the mir
acle of day-birth is being enacted,
and then to endeavor to reduce to
the common terms of mortal
language the supernal beauty of a
scene of such sublime grandeur
that even tho we had the wisdom
of Plato, the polish of Chesterfield
and the eloquence of Demosthenes'
is to fall so far snort of doing JUS
tice to Natures skillful artistry
that we could only cry out with
Keats: 20 how frail'' is the
language of man to that large
utterance of the early Gods!"
And there in the solemn hush of
the early morning. with the won
ders of Nature making an irresist-
ible appeal to our aesthetic sense,
we recited Keats ben Nevis:
''Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak
it loud
Upon the top of Nevis, blind in mist!
l look into the chasms, and shroud
Vaporous doth hide them,-just so
/ much | wist
Mankind do know of hell; look DER
/ head,
And there is such sullen mist, even so
| much
|
spread
Before the earth, beneath me,-even
such,
Even so vague is man. S sight of him.
self!
Here are the craggy stones beneath
my feet
Thus much know that, poor witless
elf,
| I tread on them.-that all nv eve
doth meet
Is mist and crag, not only on this
height,
But in the world of thought and men-
tai sight,
| And there on the mountain top
we're going to leave us. While
our physical is restrained in the
lowest deeps, our spiritual scars
beyond stone walls and iron bars,