THE MYSTERY OF THE HEAVENS.
Of all the natural images familiar to the
mind none is more radiant, and none more
tranquil, than that of the rolling year as it
circles perpetually about the feet of God.
Even in the midst of cloud and fog, the mere
striking of a clock, that record of planetary
motion, serves to remind us how circumscribed
is the surroundim? o-loom, and how the dull
earth beneath our feet is, even as we gaze
upon it, shining to its far companions in the
fields of light. As that lustrous orbit is
woven, revolution after revolution, with never-
failing beauty, cycle after cycle of age-long
periods, like golden serpents, twine themselves