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 development will come. Keep your feet steady; your head above the clouds. It passes!"

"Yes—it passes!" repeated the listener. "Thank God! Eternity is not here!"

He turned his meditative gaze from west to south and east He seemed to be alone in a world of unbelievable beauty, bathed in molten, golden light which like a palpable thing might have flowed from the throne of God. The far hills of Vermont looked like fairy transparent lines, distance melting behind distance, as the sun sank.

"The storm passes! God is behind the storm—somewhere."

He threw an intent look across the huge, wide-stretched shoulders of the Monadnock, all drawing up into that central stability. He thought of that solid rock of which he saw only the crest, reaching far down into the bosom of the earth, part and substance of the very framework of the globe whereon he trod.