Only a tithe of the world's truth and beauty finds access to the lion or lark; they look out as one in castle tower whose only window is a slit in the rock.

But man dwells in a glass dome; to him the world lies open on every side.

Every fact and force outside has a desk inside man where it makes up its reports.

The ear reports all sounds and songs; the eye all sights and scenes; the reason all arguments, judgment each "ought" and "ought not," the religious faculty reports messages coming from a foreign clime.
Man's mechanism stands at the center of the universe with telegraph-lines extending in every direction.

It is a marvelous pilgrimage he is making through life while myriad influences stream in upon him.