Then the people asked for leaders who could bring out real feelings.
And there arose leaders, who, by terrible words, could fill the hearts
with fear; by burning words, could stir the embers of zeal; by the
intensity of their own passions, could fill the throng with pity, with
sorrow, or with indignation. And the multitude hung on their lips; for
they sought for feelings real and not simulated.

But here again division arose; for not all were touched alike by those
who had power over the hearts of men. Some followed the leader who
moved them to tears; others chose him who filled them with fear and
trembling. Still others loved to linger in the dark shadow of remorse.
Some said that right emotions were roused by loud and ringing tones.
Some said that the tones should be sad and sweet.

Then there were some who said that feelings such as all these were idle
and common. When he trod the way of old, it was with radiant eyes and
with uplifted heart. He saw through the veil of clouds to the glory
which lay beyond. We follow him best when we too are uplifted. Now
and then on the way come to us moments of exultation, when we tread in
his very footsteps. These are the precious moments; then our way is
his way. In the rosy mists of morning, we may behold the glory which
encompassed him. In moments of silent communion in the forest, we may
feel his peace steal over us. In the gentle rain that falls upon the
just and the unjust, we may know the soft pity of his tears. When the
sun declines, its last rays touch with gold the far-off mountain tops
beyond the great river.

And the uplifting of great moments, filling the souls of men with peace
that passeth understanding, came to many. As they went their way, this