The Mystery of Night Every day two worlds lie at my door and invite me into mysteries as far apart as darkness and light.

These two realms have nothing in common save a certain identity of form; colour, relation, distance, are lost or utterly changed.

In the vast fields of heaven a still more complete and sublime transformation is wrought.

It is a new hemisphere which hangs above me, with countless fires lighting the awful highways of the universe, and guiding the daring and reverent thought as it falters in the highest empyrean.

The mind that has come into fellowship with Nature is subtly moved and penetrated by the decline of light and the oncoming of darkness.