Does the wind also whisper to you its word of welcome? Or do you only hear the rustling of leaves... Leave behind the world you see and enter the one now standing just before your eyes. I say: it is not a tree, not bark and branch and bough, but let my heart name it and I call it majesty. Every day of your life the noble mysteries have been your confidant. They have heard every sigh watched every joy and sorrow come and go. So peek out, before the chance escapes you. See what wonder hides even upon this page. For age will someday make honest men of all and some rise to glory's heights and some to mourning fall.