Cranly seized his arm and steered him round so as to lead him back towards Leeson Park. And for ages men had gazed upward as he was gazing at birds in flight. There was no ambiguity in anything; none whatever, at least, in the conviction I from one moment to another found myself forming as to what I should see straight before me and across the lake as a consequence of raising my eyes. " "Lord, you do change!" cried my friend.