"…no sooner had she looked toward the west where Whiteface stood above the foreground of snow-laden pines, than suddenly—as though her eyes had been the sun—the summit glowed with the rosy light of sunrise. The unearthly beauty of the glowing peak against the still gray, early morning sky so moved her that, watching her face as it reflected her emotion, I could have knelt in homage.” It’s Me O Lord by Rockwell Kent