Light On The Path and Through the Gates of Gold by Mabel Collins
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persistently on one line than another: else the
result must be a deformity. We all know how powerful is the majesty and personal dignity of a forest tree which has had air enough to breathe, and room for its widening roots, and inner vitality with which to accomplish its unceasing task. It obeys the perfect natural law of growth, and the peculiar awe it inspires arises from this fact. How is it possible to obtain recognition of the inner man, to observe its growth and foster it? Let us try to follow a little way the clew we have obtained, though words will probably soon be useless. We must each travel alone and without aids, as the traveller has to climb alone when he nears the summit of the mountain. No beast of burden can help him there; neither can the gross senses or anything that touches the gross senses help him here. But for a little distance words may go with us. The tongue recognises the value of sweetness or piquancy in food. To the man whose senses are of the simplest order there is no other idea of sweetness than this. But a finer |
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