...  He seemed to be leaping from crest to crest in an ocean of happiness....  Some glorious magnetic Presence strode beside him.  The night quivered with mighty energies—­strange brightenings flashed before his eyes.  He wanted nothing—­but to give....  All was clear to him.  Immortality was here and now:  This life but a hut upon the headland of interminable continents, yet as much a part of immortality, as the life of the star-clothed Master who blinded Saul on the road to Damascus.

What a symphony—­the flower, the star, the drop of rain, the rose, the child, the harvest, the voice of love, the soul of Woman,—­all from the Luminary, God,—­all His immortal symphony.

He was filled with light—­as a still, clear harbor at high noon—­gems and treasure-horns flashing in the depths.  He realized God.  This was a ray of God that penetrated him—­the spiritual essence “all science transcending.”

With joy, a sentence he had once heard returned, “Prayer is not catching God’s attention, but permitting him to hold ours!"...  Faith and truth are one; Faith is the scaffolding in which the structure of Truth is builded; that which is Faith to us, is Truth to the angels....  As never before, he realized that wisdom comes from the inner light of man, and not from the comprehension of externals....  He knew now the meaning of ecstasy on the faces of the dying, and remembered with confusion and alarm that men of this day were afraid of Death!...  How much more should they fear birth—­birth, the ordeal of the soul—­the putting on of flesh.  Great souls put on flesh to hasten the way of their younger brothers to the Shining Tablelands.  That is pure Spirit—­to lift the weak and show the way to those dim of sight.

Integration of spirit—­that is power, that is progress.  Compared to this, a mere education of the mind is vain and dull—­a hoarding of facts, as coins are hoarded; a gathering of vanities, as clothes and adornments are gathered together.  His soul cried out within him:  Teach the Spirit of God.  “The soul who ascendeth to worship God is plain and true."...  Teach the Spirit, break daily new ground of giving and devotion.  Growth of Spirit—­that is blessedness! That is the exalted end of all suffering in the flesh.  The world is good; all is good.  There is no evil, but the ignorant uses of self-consciousness.  Man has fallen into dark ways that belong to the awful ascent from the dim innocence of animals to the lustrous knowledge of God.

Treasure every loving impulse; the number of these is your day’s achievement—­thus the Voice went on.  Love giving; let the throat tighten with emotion for others, and the hand go out to the stranger; love giving, but love more—­him who receives.  Preserve humility in your blessedness.  There is nothing to fear, no darkness of destiny, nothing to fear for the growing and humble spirit.  Death!  It is but the breaking of a rusty scabbard to loose a flashing blade!