om all the lovely Present, to catch faint traces of the dim
Past, to picture the unseen Future, about which it is vain to disquiet
ourselves, since, like everything else, it rests upon the heart of God!
His life was holy, innocent, and self-sacrificing. He sought to serve
his fellow men, yet feared to give them his heart, lest he should rob
the Father of His just due. He knew not from his own experience that
Love is infinite, and grows on what it gives. He bore religious
consolation to the afflicted, aid to the needy, sympathy to the
suffering. He was universally esteemed, but the spirit of his brethren
broke not into joy at his approach, for the _trusting_ heart of genial
humanity throbbed not in his sad breast. He was no Pharisee, but he
dined not with the Publican, and the precious ointment of the Magdalen
never bathed his weary head. His language was: 'All is fleeting and
evil, save Thee, O my Father; in Thee alone can rest be found!'

Solace for human anguish can only be found upon the heart of love. 'Thou
shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, with all thy soul, with
all thy mind: and thy neighbor as thyself!' Blessed Son of Mary! Thou
alone hast fully kept these _two_ commandments!

'For wisdom is justified of her children!'

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Angelo, Zophiel, and Jemschid also resolved to avoid the Evil spoken of
in the Book of Life. But the far country into which the Father had sent
them was lovely in their eyes, and they were charmed with the Beauty
with which He had surrounded them. They dreamed by the shady fountains,
with their silver flow and gentle ripples; roamed by the darker rivers
as they hurry on to plunge themselves into the sea; gazed on the
restless ocean breakers when the dying sun fringes their crest with
rainbow hues, and the flushing sky, to cool her burning blushes, flings
herself into the heart of the restless waters. They loved to breathe the
'difficult air' of mountain tops, so softly pillowed and curtained by
the fleecy vapors, which they win again from heaven in limpid streams,
leading them in wild leaps through gloomy chasms fringed by timid
harebells, whose soft blue eyes look love upon the rocks, while the
myriad forest leaves musically murmur above their flinty couch. They
watched the fitful shadow-dance of clouds over the green earth. They
loved to see these heaven tents where Beauty dwells chased by the young
zephyrs, or, driven on in heavy masse