When man had been banished from the terrestrial paradise, that Eden of wondrous beauty and perfection, the loving hand of God yet deigned to dip this blighted earth into the beautiful. His mercy breathed over the earth, and cool, refreshing wafts of air soothed the sweaty brow of man; His love spoke to the birds and beasts, and the melodious symphony of nature's songsters bade the crestfallen Adam to lift his heart in hope; His smile beamed over the sin-cursed globe, and lo! the golden tinge of sunshine brightened everything, and the kind fairy Moon and her countless merrily twinkling sprites spangled the heavens in nocturnal mystery; His forgiving hand touched forest, meadow and lake, and the earth became a reflection of celestial beauty: the mighty woodland, with its deep foliage and pleasing tints, called upon man to witness the bounty of God; the pleasant meadow held forth her figures of divine compassion and love; each tiny flower, an angel's smile of the lowly sod; her waving grasses, the flourishing graces of divine beneficence; the placid pond, the even serenity of infinite patience. As a remembrance of Eden and as a figure of the New Jerusalem, God has left us nature.
At all times nature, in her mysteries and beauties, has ravished the soul of man. Her beauties have elicited the undying song of the poet, the invaluable art of the painter, the convictions of all men as to her power and innate loveliness. Behold the cycle of the seasons! What tongue can compass the wealth of all that so harT
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Title (i.e. issue date)
03-31-1916
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Vol. XXIX
APRIL 1916
Number 4
NATURE
When man had been banished from the terrestrial paradise, that Eden of wondrous beauty and perfection, the loving hand of God yet deigned to dip this blighted earth into the beautiful. His mercy breathed over the earth, and cool, refreshing wafts of air soothed the sweaty brow of man; His love spoke to the birds and beasts, and the melodious symphony of nature's songsters bade the crestfallen Adam to lift his heart in hope; His smile beamed over the sin-cursed globe, and lo! the golden tinge of sunshine brightened everything, and the kind fairy Moon and her countless merrily twinkling sprites spangled the heavens in nocturnal mystery; His forgiving hand touched forest, meadow and lake, and the earth became a reflection of celestial beauty: the mighty woodland, with its deep foliage and pleasing tints, called upon man to witness the bounty of God; the pleasant meadow held forth her figures of divine compassion and love; each tiny flower, an angel's smile of the lowly sod; her waving grasses, the flourishing graces of divine beneficence; the placid pond, the even serenity of infinite patience. As a remembrance of Eden and as a figure of the New Jerusalem, God has left us nature.
At all times nature, in her mysteries and beauties, has ravished the soul of man. Her beauties have elicited the undying song of the poet, the invaluable art of the painter, the convictions of all men as to her power and innate loveliness. Behold the cycle of the seasons! What tongue can compass the wealth of all that so harT
