But to-night, as she listened, the light seemed to grow until it was dawn in the forest, and the air to blow so cold, strong, and pure that she thought of mountain peaks and of the ocean which she had never seen.
She was no longer afraid of the country in which she found herself.
Rand, standing in the red torchlight above the attentive crowd, preached a high doctrine, preached it austerely, boldly, and well.

He did not speak to-night of the hundred party words, the flaunting banners, systems, expedients, and policies fit for this turn of the spiral, born to be disavowed, discarded, and thrown down by a higher, freer whorl; but he gave his voice for the larger Republicanism, for the undying battle-cry, and the ever-streaming battle-flag.

He had no less a text than the Liberty and Happiness of the human race, and he made no straying from the subject.
Freedom! Happiness! What is freedom?
What is happiness?
Freedom is the maximum of self-government finally becoming automatic, and the minimum of government from without finally reduced to the vanishing-point.
Happiness is the ultimate bourne, the Olympian goal, the intense and burning star towards which we travel.

Does not its light even now fall upon us?
even now we are palely happy.

And how shall we know the road?
and what if, in the night-time, we turn irremediably aside?
How are they to be attained, true Liberty and true Happiness?
Learn! Light the lamp, and the shadows will flee .-- Self-government.