The kirk was not gray to him to-day, though he had thought it so on other days, nor bare, nor chill.

June was without, but June was more within.

He also prayed, though his unuttered words ran in and out between the minister's uttered ones.
Under the wintry sermon he built a dream and it glowed like jewels.

At the psalm, standing, he heard Elspeth's clear voice praising God, and his heart lifted on that beam of song until it was as though it came to Heaven.
"Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place In generations all.
Before thou ever hadst brought forth The mountains great or small, Ere ever thou hadst formed the earth And all the world abroad, Ev'n thou from everlasting art To everlasting God." "Love, love, love!" cried Glenfernie's heart.

His nature did with might what its hand found to do, and now, having turned to love between man and woman, it loved with a huge, deep, pulsing, world-old strength.