CHAPTER IV

* * * * * Waking at six o’clock next day I leaned my arms on the wide window-sill and looked out eastward into a glorious dawn, for the sun was standing on the mountain peak looking radiantly down upon the adoring world, dews and vapors rising like a steam of incense mingled with splendor before him. Can I ever forget the glitter of light on myriad pine-fronds, their wild pure odor, the sense of the spirit of the bridal earth prostrate in worship before the Bridegroom? And in a quick rea…