Every tree seems to be possessed with a new kind of life-in sounds and gestures they are new creatures, born again. The whole valley, sparkling in the late sunlight, looks like atrim, polished, perfect existence. The dome Tissiack looks down the valley like the most living being of all the rocks and mountains; one would fancy that there were brains in that lofty brow. How gradually comes the gloaming over this pearly beauty! What praise songs pour fromt the white chamber of the falls! Surely the Lord loves this new creation, and His angels are now looking down at this new thing the His hands have wrought.
-John of the Mountains – Pg.39-40




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