s to have been informed with divine love, as with a
presence.

And when love has made the most of the man himself it overflows to
bless others. Christ's disciples are not here to be ministered unto,
but to minister. Religion, says Christ, is love, and love is gentle
toward those with hollow eyes and famine-stricken faces. Love is
kindly toward those who have a tragedy written in the sharpened
countenance. Love is patient toward those who have lost fidelity, as a
man loses a golden coin; who have lost morality as one who flounders in
the Alpine drifts. And this religion of love takes on a thousand
modern forms. If it is not rowing out against the darkness and storm,
as did Grace Darling to save the shipwrecked, it is going forth to
those tossed upon life's billows, to succor and to save. For love is
making the individual life beautiful, making the home beautiful, and
will at last make the church and state beautiful. Men will not bow
down to crowned power nor philosophic power nor esthetic power; but, in
the presence of a great soul, filled with vigor of inspiration and
glowing with love, man will do obeisance. There is no force upon earth
like divine love in the heart of man, and at last that force will
sweeten and regenerate society.

Love also fulfills immortality. Of late science has reduced the number
of things that endure. The astronomer tells us the sun is burning up,
and will be a dying ash-heap as truly as the coal in man's cellar will
be exhausted. The geologists tell us the flowing of "the crystal
springs wearies the mountain's heart as truly as the beating of the
crimson pulse wearies man's; that the force of the iron crag is abated
in its time, like the strength of human sinews in old age." The
everlasting mountains are doomed to decay as surely as the moth and
worm. It seems that the shining texture of stars and suns must wax
old, like a garment, and decay. If now youth is eager to master all
knowledge, plunge into the thick of life's battle, forge some tool,
enact some law, right some wrong, the time will speedily come when the
man will sit down amid the ruins of his life and confess that his idols
have been shivered, one by one.

He who loves endures. For him always all is well. That youth with a
great love for nature's treasures that promised fame, but who found his
open book crimson with the life-current, may dry his tears, for love is
immortal and beyond he will fulfill the dreams de