Says the priest:—
“When we consider that which is past,
And that which is about to come hereafter,
We see that mortals come to a ripe end,
Like the harvests of the field;
And like the harvests of the field
They are born again once more.”
And then, slowly and meditatively:—
“Om!
The winds are showering blessedness on us.
The very oceans give forth blessedness.
May our herbs and crops bring blessedness to us!
Sweet unto us be the nights and dawns!
May the dust of the earth be charged with blessing!
May the Heaven-Father cover us with benediction!
Full of blessing be the great trees,
And full of blessedness the sun!
May our herds of cattle be sanctified to us!”
Thus, on each of its children, wearied of sadness, does the Eternal Faith put forth the soothing hand of its own great wisdom and love. Indulging in no perversity of isolation is the soul called to fare forth into the great world, and tread there, manfully, the allotted path. Yet memory
