Into mortal mind's material obliquity I gazed, and stood abashed. Blanched
was the cheek of pride. My heart bent low before the omnipotence of Spirit,
and a tint of humility, soft as the heart of a moonbeam, mantled the earth.
Bethlehem and Bethany, Gethsemane and Calvary, spoke to my chastened sense
as by the tearful lips of a babe. Frozen fountains were unsealed. Erudite
systems of philosophy and religion melted, for Love unveiled the healing
promise and potency of a present spiritual _afflatus_. It was the gospel
of healing, on its divinely appointed human mission, bearing on its white
wings, to my apprehension, "the beauty of holiness,"--even the
possibilities of spiritual insight, knowledge, and being.

Early had I learned that whatever is loved materially, as mere corporeal
personality, is eventually lost. "For whosoever will save his life shall
lose it," said the Master. Exultant hope, if tinged with earthliness, is
crushed as the moth.

What is termed mortal and material existence is graphically defined by
Calderon, the famous Spanish poet, who wrote,--

What is life? 'Tis but a madness.
What is life? A mere illusion,
Fleeting pleasure, fond delusion,
Short-lived joy, that ends in sadness,
Whose most constant substance seems
But the dream of other dreams.




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