THE TREE PLANTED BY THE RIVERS. My root was spread out by the waters, ALMS-GIVING. If I . . . have eaten my morsel myself alone, HOSPITALITY. I opened my doors to the traveller. SNOW. He saith to the snow, Be thou on the earth. THE STORM. He directeth . . . his lightning unto the ends Whymper. 127 THE VOICE FROM THE WHIRLWIND. Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind. Whymper. 123 |