w who have come _to know_,
through some annealing sorrow, sickness, or suffering, and
draw away from the crowds and noises into the Silence, that
become gifted with all-knowing counsels.

"There is a sound born from every thought, action, or
aspiration of man, whether of a high or a low order, a sound
not to be heard but felt, by any one fine and sensitive
enough to receive the impression. From the collective,
intuitive thoughts of attuned groups of men, thinking or
working as one toward a high end, there arises a sound which
is to be _felt_ as a fine singing tingle by all in the
vicinity. The work here proves this. At times there is an
exquisite singing in the air, not audible but plainly to be
felt, and a kind of emanation of light in the Chapel. We all
lean forward. The voice and thought of one has become the
voice and thought of all; what is to be said is sensed and
known before it is uttered; all minds are one.

"... There are moments in the soft, changing, growing,
conceiving hours of dawn and sunset when Mother Nature heaves
a long deep sigh of perfect peace, content and harmony. It is
something of this that the wild birds voice, as they greet
the sun at dawn, and again as they give sweet and melancholy
notes at his sinking in the quiet of evening. Birds are
impressed from without. They are reasonless, ecstatic,
spontaneous, giving voice as accurately and joyously as they
can to the vibrations of peace and harmony--to the _Sounds_,
which they feel from Nature. Animals and birds are conscious
of forces and creatures, we cannot see.... Unless we decide
that birds generate their songs within; that they reason and
study their singing, we must grant that they hear and imitate
from Nature, as human composers do. The process in any case
has not to do with intellect and reason, but with
sensitiveness and spirit. One does not need to acquire
intellect and reasoning, to have inspiration, sensitiveness,
and spirit. It is the childlike and spontaneous, the sinless
and pure-of-heart that attain to psychic inspiration.

"Have you ever seen at close range the rapt, listening,
inspired look of the head of a wild bird in flight? Has
anything fine and pure ever come to you from a deep look into
the luminous eyes of a bird fresh from t