And if the flowers that spring up at our feet are not so brilliant, they have a sweeter perfume and a diviner beauty." "In this land," said Mrs.Markland, "we see in the visible things that surround us what was rarely seen before--types of the invisible things they represent." "Ah, yes, yes! Scales have fallen from my eyes.

I have learned a new philosophy.

In former times, Mr.Allison's words seemed full of beautiful truths, yet so veiled, that I could not see their genuine brightness.

Now they are like sudden gleams of sunlight on a darkened landscape." "Seekers after happiness, like the rest of the world," said Mrs.
Markland, resting her hands upon the table by which she sat, and, gazing earnestly into her husband's face, "we had lost our way, and were moving with swift feet in the wrong direction.

Suddenly, our kind Father threw up before us an impassable mountain.