XXVII THE FAÇADE OF THE PARTHENON. SUNSET
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JUST as the bell rings at sunset, from between a rift in the clouds of the spring evening the last ray of the setting sun strikes the pediment of the Parthenon. And against the black clouds over the mountains, it is transfigured, and then slowly one leaves—turning from the wonder of man’s work to the wonder of God’s sunset, and the wonder of the afterglow over Eleusis.
