The Marble Faun Volume 2 - Page 29/157

What made the valley look still wider was the two or three varieties

of weather that were visible on its surface, all at the same instant of

time. Here lay the quiet sunshine; there fell the great black patches

of ominous shadow from the clouds; and behind them, like a giant of

league-long strides, came hurrying the thunderstorm, which had already

swept midway across the plain. In the rear of the approaching tempest,

brightened forth again the sunny splendor, which its progress had

darkened with so terrible a frown.

All round this majestic landscape, the bald-peaked or forest-crowned

mountains descended boldly upon the plain. On many of their spurs and

midway declivities, and even on their summits, stood cities, some of

them famous of old; for these had been the seats and nurseries of early

art, where the flower of beauty sprang out of a rocky soil, and in

a high, keen atmosphere, when the richest and most sheltered gardens

failed to nourish it.

"Thank God for letting me again behold this scene!" Said the sculptor, a

devout man in his way, reverently taking off his hat. "I have viewed it

from many points, and never without as full a sensation of gratitude

as my heart seems capable of feeling. How it strengthens the poor human

spirit in its reliance on His providence, to ascend but this little way

above the common level, and so attain a somewhat wider glimpse of His

dealings with mankind! He doeth all things right! His will be done!"

"You discern something that is hidden from me," observed Donatello

gloomily, yet striving with unwonted grasp to catch the analogies

which so cheered his friend. "I see sunshine on one spot, and cloud in

another, and no reason for it in either ease. The sun on you; the cloud

on me! What comfort can I draw from this?"

"Nay; I cannot preach," said Kenyon, "with a page of heaven and a page

of earth spread wide open before us! Only begin to read it, and you

will find it interpreting itself without the aid of words. It is a great

mistake to try to put our best thoughts into human language. When we

ascend into the higher regions of emotion and spiritual enjoyment, they

are only expressible by such grand hieroglyphics as these around us."

They stood awhile, contemplating the scene; but, as inevitably happens

after a spiritual flight, it was not long before the sculptor felt his

wings flagging in the rarity of the upper atmosphere. He was glad to let

himself quietly downward out of the mid-sky, as it were, and alight on

the solid platform of the battlemented tower. He looked about him,

and beheld growing out of the stone pavement, which formed the roof, a

little shrub, with green and glossy leaves. It was the only green thing

there; and Heaven knows how its seeds had ever been planted, at that

airy height, or how it had found nourishment for its small life in the

chinks of the stones; for it had no earth, and nothing more like soil

than the crumbling mortar, which had been crammed into the crevices in a

long-past age.