a Sinai, a Gethsemane; the Infinite Mother spreads wide
her arms to fold us to that universal breast, ready to inspire your soul. God's world of truth is ready for your
intellect; His ocean of justice waits to flow in upon your conscience; and all His heaven of love broods continually by night and day over each heart and every soul. From that dear bounty shall we be fed. The Motherly Love invites all,—as much communion as we will, as much inspiration as our gifts and faithfulness enable us to take. He is not far from any one of us. Shall we not all go home,—the prodigal rejoice with him that never went
astray? Even the consciousness of sin brings some into
nearness with the Father, tired of their draff and husks;
and then it is a blessed sin. Sorrow also brings some,
and then it is a blessed grief; joy yet others, and then it is blessed thrice. In this place is one greater than the temple, greater than all temples; for the human nature of the lowliest child transcends all human history. And we may live so that all our daily life shall be a continual approach and mounting up towards God. What is the noblest life? Not that born in the most famous place, acquiring wealth and fame and rank and power over matter and over men; but that which, faithful to itself continually, holds communion with the Infinite, and, thence receiving of God's kind, in mortal life displays the truth, the justice, holiness, and love of God.
"O, blessed be our trials then,
This deep in which we lie;
And blessed be all things that teach
God's dear Infinity."
THE END.
