In the Face of His Constituents.

by Susan Keating Glaspell

  But when he left the building and came out into the softness of the April afternoon, it was not he alone who leaned to the softer side. There were the trees--they were permitted another chance to bud; there were the birds--they were allowed another chance to sing; there was the earth--to it was given another chance to yield. There came to him then the calming consciousness that beyond the constituents was God.