th ever-broadening love, until, freed from all hatred, and
passion, and condemnation, it embraces the whole universe with thoughtful
tenderness. As the flower opens its petals to receive the morning light, so
open your soul more and more to the glorious light of Truth. Soar upward
upon the wings of aspiration; be fearless, and believe in the loftiest
possibilities. Believe that a life of absolute meekness is possible;
believe that a life of stainless purity is possible; believe that a life of
perfect holiness is possible; believe that the realization of the highest
truth is possible. He who so believes, climbs rapidly the heavenly hills,
whilst the unbelievers continue to grope darkly and painfully in the
fog-bound valleys.

So believing, so aspiring, so meditating, divinely sweet and beautiful will
be your spiritual experiences, and glorious the revelations that will
enrapture your inward vision. As you realize the divine Love, the divine
Justice, the divine Purity, the Perfect Law of Good, or God, great will be
your bliss and deep your peace. Old things will pass away, and all things
will become new. The veil of the material universe, so dense and
impenetrable to the eye of error, so thin and gauzy to the eye of Truth,
will be lifted and the spiritual universe will be revealed. Time will
cease, and you will live only in Eternity. Change and mortality will no
more cause you anxiety and sorrow, for you will become established in the
unchangeable, and will dwell in the very heart of immortality.

STAR OF WISDOM

Star that of the birth of Vishnu,
Birth of Krishna, Buddha, Jesus,
Told the wise ones, Heavenward looking,
Waiting, watching for thy gleaming
In the darkness of the night-time,
In the starless gloom of midnight;
Shining Herald of the coming
Of the kingdom of the righteous;
Teller of the Mystic story
Of the lowly birth of Godhead
In the stable of the passions,
In the manger of the mind-soul;
Silent singer of the secret
Of compassion deep and holy
To the heart with sorrow burdened,
To the soul with waiting weary:--
Star of all-surpassing brightness,
Thou again dost deck the midnight;
Thou again dost cheer the wise ones
Watching in the creedal darkness,
Weary of the endless battle
With the grinding blades of error;
Tired of lifeless, useless idols,
Of the dead forms of religions;
Spent with watching