| An Ocean of Truth for the Few |
| 'It
is not by descriptions that the magic of the sea can be brought before the reader's mind. This can only be achieved by the unconcious touch of one between whom and the sea there exists a sympathy as rare as it is mysterious. There are but few who know how the beauty of every other object of nature is increased and intensified as soon as ever it touches the sea. There are but few who really feel how the joyful news of sunrise, is never fully and finally proclaimed till the sea has owned it, caught it, tossed it from wave to wave. There are but few who really feel that the silent message of the moon is never so eloquent in its silence as when translated by the rippling disk that answers it in the bosom of the sea. There are few that really feel |
 [Top right quarter: The two picturesque trees -- a Madras Thorn and a Malayan Fig -- sit poetically above the old sea wall like two wise and friendly giants] |
with comfort to a soul in sorrow,
and that the bright cloud-pageantry
of a summer moon is never so joyful
to a soul in joy, as when all the riches
of the earth and air live a larger and
fuller life
in the mirror that girdles the world.'
-- Atheoum