Remembering that foundations of love upon this earthly planet were, of
necessity, laid in the selfish instincts of the race--a race as yet so
undeveloped in all that "makes for righteousness"--we need not despair
of the final outcome, and realization of its high behest to the
children of men; for no expression of love, however mean in view of our
own exalted ideals, but is, in reality, an effort towards something
higher and better. The obdurate and selfish are unfolded, and taught
by its painful misunderstandings, and awful tragedies.

Those poor souls who expect everything from this life, whose ideals are
bounded by their own selfishness, who have never discovered that God is
Love, and that only through love, purified, exalted and idealized can
any of his earthly children ever reach to any conscious relationship
with our Father in Heaven, and who, failing to realize even their low
ideals, pass on from one experience to another vainly searching for the
realization of what their dimly perceived intuitions of love constantly
assure them should be theirs--for even such as these there must be a
final redemption; for, like one of old, they have "loved much," and the
sins of a vast ignorance are at last condoned by God's all pervading,
untiring, illimitable law of love.

O ye! who labor for humanity's uplifting; O weary workers in the homely
ways of the unskilled in every relationship of life, unrecognized by
your fellows be ye of good cheer! As the circling waves of a calm lake
spread wider, and more widely from a center disturbed by some heavy
substance, so shall your least word, or thought of pure, unselfish
love, from your overburdened lives, reach out and diffuse an influence
throughout the universe of God, and become a part of the life immortal!