There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.

Sequoia seeds have flat wings, and glint and glance in their flight like a boy's kite.

And there begins a lang digression about the lords o' the creation.

Storms of every sort, torrents, earthquakes, cataclysms, 'convulsions of nature,' etc., however mysterious and lawless at first sight they may seem, are only harmonious notes in the song of creation, varied expressions of God's love.

One may as well dam for water tanks the people's cathedrals and churches, for no holier temple has ever been consecrated by the heart of man.

Every natural object is a conductor of divinity and only by coming into contact with them... may we be filled with the Holy Ghost.