. And the Traveller had vowed that he would reach it before death prevented him. He knew the journey was long, and the road rough. He knew that the mountain was the most diffic

"and am not able to reach the summit, still it is somet

e was weary. He never lost more hope tha

had reached

haired man opened the gate. He smil

," he murmured. "Wha

did not hear w

st to the wonderful Temple of Knowledge. I have been journeying hit

of Knowledge. And the Ideals are not a chain of mountains; they are a stretch of plains, and t

er's eyes had faded. The

withered. He leaned

t here?" he

N

wn the other side

N

hese mounta

have n

e-how do you c

as no

emple of Broken Heart

. But the old white-ha

is in their very midst; any one may enter it who chooses, the gate is not even closed. The Temple has always been in the plains, in the very heart of life, and work, and daily

Traveller. "When I was a child I used to play there.

huge stone, but that the old

"If you once rest there,

t, you will know

eller. "My journey is done; it may have been

ting in this direction you can bid pause and consider how mad it is to suppose that the Temple of True Knowledge should have been built on an isolated and dangerous mountain. Tell them that although God seems hard, He is not as ha

," said th

e sta

toilsome than the tracing of them. The ascent, with all the vigour and hope of life to help him, ha

ble that the Traveller l

hed them or not, st

ny Travell