ficial it is, and so is any college course of
study. The boy who stands at the close of his
senior year, on Commencement Day, to receive his
parchment and whatever honors belong to him, who
does not feel that his whole course has been
superficial, will not be likely to succeed in the
after struggle of life. But superficiality is
better than absolute ignorance. It is better for a
man to take a general survey, to catch somewhere
a point that arrests him; for the man who never
takes a survey never catches the point in which
dwell the possibilities of power for him. When you
sow seed, it is not the weight of the seed put
into the soil that tells, it is the weight of the
harvest that comes after.

Here are some of the closing words of the address:

How glad I should be if I should find in the
future years that more boys and girls are going to
our high schools and universities because of the
impulse received here at Chautauqua! And I say to
you: with all your getting, get understanding.
Look through microscopes, but find God. Look
through telescopes, but find God. Look for Him
revealed in the throbbing life about you, in the
palpitating stars above, in the marvelous records
of the earth beneath you, and in your own souls.
Study the possibilities which God unfolds, and
make of yourself all that you can. The harder the
struggle, the brighter the crown. Have faith and
holy purpose. Go on to _know_ and to _will_, to
_do_ and _be_. When outward circumstances
discourage, trample the circumstances under foot.
Be master of circumstances, like the king that God
has called you to be. God give you such hearts,
such toil, such triumphs, and give you such
masterhood as shall one day place you among the
kings and priests of a redeemed and purified
universe!

After the applause following this address subsided, a poem was read,
written for the occasion by the ever-ready Mary A. Lathbury. It
pictured the modern Chautauqua as representing the old Jerusalem which
pilgrims sought for worship and inspiration. We can only quote its final
stanzas:

The Life of God is shining