In these displays of its art it hints at the resources at its command, at the marvels it will yet bring to pass.

Meanwhile it has made the earth hospitable for us and taught men how to live above the brutes." The Poet stopped abruptly, as if he had been caught in the act of preaching, and Rosalind gave the sermon a delightful ending.
"I wonder," she said, "if love would be possible without the Imagination?
For the heart of love is the perception of a deep and genuine fellowship of the soul, and the end of love is the happiness which comes through ministry.

Could we understand a human soul or serve it if the Imagination did not aid us with its wonderful light?
Is it not the Imagination which enables me to put myself in another's place, and so to sympathise with another's sorrow and share another's joy?
Could a man feel the sufferings of a class or a race or the world if the Imagination did not open these things to him?
And if he did not understand, could he serve ?" No one answered these questions, for they made us aware on the instant how dependent are all the deep and beautiful relations of life on this wonderful faculty.

But for this "master light of all our seeing," how small a circle of light would lie about our feet, how vast a darkness would engulf the world! V O wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in 't! We had never thought of the island in the old days save as lashed by tempests; but now the suns rose and set, dawn wore its shining veil and night its crest of stars and not a cloud darkened the sky; we seemed to be in the heart of a vast and changeless calm.

There was no monotony in the unbroken succession of the days, but the changes were wrought by light, not by darkness.