Clinton Scollard, in _The Outlook_, draws a lesson from the new-fallen
snow:
The evanescent wonder of the snow
Is round about us, and as in a cloud--
A vestiture inviolate--we walk.
Earth seems bereft of song and shorn of sun,
A cloistral world. Even the lyric throat
Of the rapt brook is like a pulse-beat faint.
The wood--white architrave on architrave--
Is as a temple where the lips of prayer
Tremble upon the verge of utterance.
Hush! In the heart of this great gulf of sleep,
This void abysmal, may we not divine
The inscrutable Presence clothed about with dreams,
The immaculate Vision that is death yet life,
For out of death comes life: the twain are one! (Text.)
(1799)
=Life, Inward=--See CHARACTER MORE THAN CLOTHING.