"I will lift up mine eyes"

I had reached the crest of the hill, and reined up my horse to rest while I looked out over the country with its expanse of valleys and hills. The beauty, the power, the wonder of the panorama led me to bow my head in thankfulness for its inspiration. Then I thought I heard these words of the psalmist: "I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help."

Was I dreaming, or did I really hear a woman's voice? I turned in my saddle, but saw no one. Unconsciously I gave my horse the rein and moved on, peering meantime into the bushes for a sight of the speaker. Seeing no one, I could but believe myself the subject of a queer, haunting experience. Near town, however, I met a miner friend.

"Anybody living up near the top of Big Creek hill?" I asked.

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Sorrow Dispelled
December 25, 1915

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