To sit down in the shade of one of these great temple-like trees was quite an awe-inspiring experience, but as soon as they were seated Grace and Glory noticed that the squirrels were frisking about on the branches as gaily as children at play, and birds were nesting and twittering above her head.

Indeed, whole families of happy creatures appeared to have made their homes in the all-embracing shelter of the tree. If at first it reminded her of the solemn beauty and worship of a cathedral or temple, she soon discovered that it was a temple of joy and lively happiness.

She sat admiring with almost reverential awe the graciously proportioned boughs spreading overhead, so nobly strong and so harmonious in their loveliness. It all made upon her an impression of goodness and beauty and strength made perfect.

As she gazed around in awed delight she found herself wondering what the aloe trees must be like which grew up in the Very High Places, if these on this side of the river grew to such magnificent and unique proportions.

Presently, from the other aloe trees on the slopes around her, she heard voices singing, as though invisible choirs were chanting together in mystic harmonies, a song of great joy and almost inexpressibly glorious melody.

Love has made a marriage feast,

Called each wedding guest,

Rich and poor—greatest and least,

All at love’s behest

Gathered here to celebrate

The harvest of his joy so great.

See the King’s Son with his Bride,

Wooed and now possessed,

Here behold her at his side,

In his glory dressed.

This is what he chose her for,

To be his for evermore.

Love has triumphed, Love has won,

Fruit from sorrow this!

All he purposed he has done,

She is wholly his.

All her heart and all her soul

Yielded to his full control.

After the song had died away into silence the King and his companion sat quite silently, looking out from the slope of the mountain onto the view spread out before them. There were the long, long chains of mountains and the far-reaching valleys which Grace and Glory had seen from the Mountain of Frankincense; only on this Mountain of Aloes the air seemed even clearer and they could see further and more distinctly the far, far off places of the earth where love was not known and where he found no response therefore to his own love.