THE MOUNT

The higher he climbed, the more alonethe Son of man whose thoughts his own.Then upward farther yet untilabove the world on that high hillhe met with prophets long since gone,met as contemporary one,in vast dimension not of yearsand atmosphere beyond all fearspreparing for the time to standrevealed among them close at handthough, doors shut, none went out or in,and they saw him—still intact).Eyes thus wide-opened never againcould be deceived by "now" or "then."Historic record tells how threesaw, on the mount, as we must see,the fact.

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