colts gamboled, or a rabbit flashed across the
grass, that loved the beauty of the garden when He walked in it at the
close of day. One felt Him now and then as He went through His smallest
world, perhaps in the evening when the crickets sang, perhaps over the
moonlit waters, or with the little winds of dawn.... Such strength and
kindliness, and the majestic eyes were troubled; for, sympathetic toward
the wayward, the bothered, the weak.... They only hardened with the
promise of terror for the hypocrite, the traitor, for those who devoured
widows' houses....

"Who art in heaven, ..."

He smiled to himself at the thought of heaven. There was where one's
fancy was free, to realize all the sweet desires of what was good in
one.... To those who deserved it God would not begrudge His heaven.... A
quiet place, Shane thought, a hushed place, a place of rest.... Whither
one might go to realize again all the beauty one had ever known.... All
that one had held sweet and wonderful would be there--they had not
died.... A white magic would bring back the laughter of babies, and
kisses gently given ... and all estrangements of friends and lovers
would be eased there, and they would be brought together in a magical
trysting-place, and there would be no unharmony.... All the horses one
had ever loved would take shape in the air, with necks stretched and
whinnying recognition.... All the great ships one had wondered at would
appear when called, their spread of snowy canvas, their tapering
spars.... All the dogs one had had would be there ... their yelps of
joy, their sweet brown eyes, their ears up, their tails wagging ... all
the dogs would be there!

"Hallowed be Thy name ..."

The head must bow there. The name evoked a thought, and the thought was
ineffable, such glory and sweetness and strength it had.... Names
brought pictures. When the word "Helen" was uttered, one saw the burned
towers of Troy.... And "Venice," massive shadows and great moonlit
waters.... And Genghis Khan brought the riot of galloping horses and the
Tartar blades a-flash.... Such power great words had, and this was the
greatest word, so great as to be terrible, and not to be mentioned by
petty men, who cheapen with their grudging tongues.... No picture there,
but some great anthem of the stars.... Not as yet could our ears hear
it.... Nor would they ever hear it, if we had not reverence.

"Thy kingdom come ..."

Some immense plan existed, which human mind