THE LANDSWOMAN
December, I 9 I 8
"It is there, above your Spirit of Man. Can't you see it?
One hand out to the host of the Senses, and one to the hosts
of the Soul; and see how they grope toward one another, as if
they would clasp hands."
" What is the name of your figure ?"
"Love. Love, the lover; Love, tne fatner; Ijove, the
healer, the wife, the mother. Can't you see him, standing there
in all his majesty