Quotes by Henry Stephens Salt

I send thee, love, this upland flower I foundWhile wandering lonely with oerclouded heart,Hid in a grey recess of rocky groundAmong the misty mountains far apart;And then I heard the wild winds luring soundWhich whoso trusts, is healed of earthborn care,And watched the lofty ridges loom around,Yet yearned in vain their secret faith to share.When lo! the sudden sunlight, sparkling keen,Poured full upon the vales this glorious day,And bared the abiding mountain-tops serene,And swept the shifting vapour-wreaths away:Then with the hills true heart my heart beat true,Heavens opened, cloud-thoughts vanished, and I knew.

One cannot walk in such regions, consciouslywithout enlargement of thought. There areheights and valleys which, to those who seekthem in a sympathetic spirit, are better seats of learning than any school or university in the land ; there are days when the climber seems to rise into a rarer mental as well as visual atmosphere, and to leave far below him the crass cares and prejudices of commonplace life.