Dark in the gulfs and chasms
of the furrowed land the night lingered. Bright along the eastern
peaks and ridges the coming day, still hidden, revealed itself in
a fringe of dazzling gold, like the crest of a long mounting wave.
Shoots and flashes of radiance sprang upward from the glittering
edge. Streamers of rose-foam and gold-spray floated in the sky.
Then over the barrier of the hills the sun surged royally-crescent,
half-disk, full-orb--and overlooked the world. The luminous tide
flooded the gray villages of Bethany and Bethphage, and all the
emerald hills around Bethlehem were bathed in light.
The Boy sat entranced, watching the miracle by which God makes His
sun to shine upon the good and the evil. How strange it was that
God should do that--bestow an equal light upon those who obeyed Him
and those who broke His law! Yet it was splendid, it was King-like
to give in that way, with both hands. No, it was Father-like--and
that was what the Boy had learned from his mother--that God who made
and ruled all things was his Father.
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