t of Love; and until you can regard men of all religions and of no
religion with the same impartial spirit, with all freedom from dislike, and
with perfect equanimity, you have yet to strive for that Love which bestows
upon its possessor freedom and salvation.

The realization of divine knowledge, selfless Love, utterly destroys the
spirit of condemnation, disperses all evil, and lifts the consciousness to
that height of pure vision where Love, Goodness, Justice are seen to be
universal, supreme, all-conquering, indestructible.

Train your mind in strong, impartial, and gentle thought; train your heart
in purity and compassion; train your tongue to silence and to true and
stainless speech; so shall you enter the way of holiness and peace, and
shall ultimately realize the immortal Love. So living, without seeking to
convert, you will convince; without arguing, you will teach; not cherishing
ambition, the wise will find you out; and without striving to gain men's
opinions, you will subdue their hearts. For Love is all-conquering,
all-powerful; and the thoughts, and deeds, and words of Love can never
perish.

To know that Love is universal, supreme, all-sufficing; to be freed from
the trammels of evil; to be quit of the inward unrest; to know that all men
are striving to realize the Truth each in his own way; to be satisfied,
sorrowless, serene; this is peace; this is gladness; this is immortality;
this is Divinity; this is the realization of selfless Love.

I stood upon the shore, and saw the rocks
Resist the onslaught of the mighty sea,
And when I thought how all the countless shocks
They had withstood through an eternity,
I said, "To wear away this solid main
The ceaseless efforts of the waves are vain."

But when I thought how they the rocks had rent,
And saw the sand and shingles at my feet
(Poor passive remnants of resistance spent)
Tumbled and tossed where they the waters meet,
Then saw I ancient landmarks 'neath the waves,
And knew the waters held the stones their slaves.

I saw the mighty work the waters wrought
By patient softness and unceasing flow;
How they the proudest promontory brought
Unto their feet, and massy hills laid low;
How the soft drops the adamantine wall
Conquered at last, and brought it to its fall.

And then I knew that hard, resisting sin
Should yield at last to Love's soft ceaseless roll