intricate plot, a universal play of passion, an outcome no man
can foresee. It is to this world, this sweep of action, that our
understandings must be stretched and fitted; it is in this age we
must show our human quality. We must measure ourselves by the
task, accept the pace set for us, make shift to know what we are
about. How free and liberal should be the scale of our sympathy,
how catholic our understanding of the world in which we live, how
poised and masterful our action in the midst of so great affairs!
We should school our ears to know the voices that are genuine,
our thought to take the truth when it is spoken, our spirits to
feel the zest of the day. It is within our choice to be mean
company or with great, to consort with the wise or with the
foolish, now that the great world has spoken to us in the
literature of all tongues and voices. The best selected human
nature will tell in the making of the future, and the art of
being human is the art of freedom and of force.

The End.