4/6 He had kept them--had rendered them. There was beauty, to him, in a correct, balanced, and closed account. An account unsatisfied was a deformity. That man, looking out night after night upon the grand and holy spectacle of the starry deep above and the watery deep below, was sure to find himself, sooner or later, mastered by the conviction that the great Author of this majestic creation keeps account of it; and one night there came to him, like a spirit walking on the sea, the awful, silent question: 'My account with God--how does it stand ?' Ah! friends, that is a question which the book of nature does not answer. |