. En Dieu est à l'extérieur. L'histoire naturelle de la vallée. la grande mer, ou, à l'occasion, jaillissant soudainement le pas- sion hors de la vallée du Jourdain au Nazareth cliffs vers l'extrême et les eaux bleu juste. Jésus pouvait-il les oublier ? Sur beaucoup d'une nuit, seul mais pas solitaire, il était assis avec le menton sur ses mains et écouté ses hill le vent souffle. Les vents-et il leur fit ! Pense à cela, mon cœur. H- vents est maintenant tes. Et quand la mer a été fouettée avec des tempêtes par les saisines des vents sauvages et les vagues bruyante lui perturbé non seulement dans les rêves, il crut entendre la céleste bu- Bègles

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. In God's out-of-doors. Natural history. valley from the Great Sea, or on occasion springing with sudden pas- sion out of the Jordan Valley over the Nazareth cliffs toward the far and fair blue waters. Could Jesus forget them? On many a solemn night, alone but not lonely, he had sat with chin upon his hands and listened to his hill winds blow. The winds—and he made them! Think of that, my heart. H is winds— now thine. And when the sea was whipped with tempests by the lashings of the winds the wild and boisterous waves disturbed him not only in dreams, he thought he heard the heavenly bu- gles blow, and wakened from his happy sleep when the scared disciples wailed above the wind's wild "goings, " "Carest thou not if we perish?" Then he awoke and spake lovingly to the winds (no harshness in his voice nor threat upon his face) saying only, "Keep still for a little while, your fury frightens them, keep still. Peace, be still, " and the winds threw their brazen trumpets in the sea and were still. He loved the winds; and all their sobbing lutes and viols and 'cellos were dear to him. How I have rejoiced in God's winds! Under Niagara, when the winds have blown fury blasts, and on the mountains, when the snows had loosened their garments at the throat for freer wrestling and where down some long canon winds swept like vernal freshets, and up among melancholy pines, where every pine was as a chief musician, like Asaph 99. THUNDERHEAD. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original work.. Quayle, William A. (William Alfred), 1860-1925. Cincinnati, Jennings & Pye; New York, Eaton & Mains

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