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Show Grand Canyon Marvel of Peace and Beauty We did not expect to love the canyon. can-yon. Friends had presaged a deep, overwhelming round of earth's side. Colored postals and railroad folders had prepared us for crudely hued lozenges on the precipitate walls. We expected neat, zebra stripes of vermilion, vermil-ion, ochre and cobalt. Instead we looked Into the beautiful I soft gulch of the canyon and our , hearts were won. The crisp Arizona , morning was cupped there when we ' first beheld it on the deep sunken plateau with Its dotted firs, on the ! pale pastels of the irregular far walls, j Truncated peaks wore crowns of melt-j melt-j ed azure light and lower wreaths of j faded geranium. The Immense peace ; of the great jagged bowl played over j us, an unplumbed, unfathomable man- tie of serenity. We saw colors change, the pinks grow dull, the soft bunds of azure break up, and etherize in the full noon, t,en br(H)j together as the lights lengthened, and set in colder strands of petunia blue. On the slab side of the river walls we saw the sweetest pearls cling and the gulf brim with frostier blues, until it lost them In dusk and night. Then on the brim in the high, clean wind we walked by that Invisible cavern, saw the stars, large, fringed and low, and knew that vast as a familiar place where we could be at peace. Christian Science ! Monitor. i |