Revelation is not more a new light than a new heart and will; revelation to me is the conquest and renewal of me.  What is lovely will not be encountered without love, the Creator holds the key to the creature, Order and Right may freely enter to be man.  He who can open any object to its source is touched therein by the finger of God, and insight is inevitable consecration.  Give the coward a suspicion of our human destiny, and he is no longer coward; he would gladly be cut in pieces and burned in any flame to shed abroad that light.  Life has such an irresistible tendency to extend, that it makes of the man a mere vehicle, takes him for hands and feet, wheels and wings:  he is glad only when the truth runs and prevails.  Enthusiasm, devotion, earnestness are names for this possession of the deep thinker by his thought.  He lives in that, and has in it his prosperity, no longer in the flesh.  The inspired man becomes great by absorption in a great design; he is preoccupied, and trifles, for which other men are bought and sold, shine before him as beads of glass with which savages are wheedled.  We drop our playthings, our banks and coaches, crowns, swords, colleges, and sugar-plums in a heap together, when any moment opens to us the scope of our activity, and carries far forward the curve through which we have already run.

The divine authority of Genius is given in this descent and superiority to will.  That which in me I must obey, that also above me all men must obey.  Will is the centre of the practical man, of all force, not moral, but brute or natural, and is identified in the common thought with myself, as I am a natural cause.  Will is the sum of physical forces necessary for self-preservation, is reagency against the formidable rivalry of every other organization.  In this animal centre the laws are carried up, as reins are gathered to be put into the hands of a driver, and being tied in a knot just where the physical touches the celestial sphere, they seem to be moral, and Will much more than the body is in popular thought inseparable from man.  It is an organ into which he has thrown himself in reckless neglect of his privilege, a grasping hand which rules the world as we see it ruled, masters and takes to itself for extension all laws below its own level, wields Nature as an instrument, breaks down a weaker will, and carries away the material mind until some God from above shall deliver it.  Will is that living Fate of which exterior necessity is but the form.  From it we are instantly delivered in conviction, and find it ever after the servant, not the synonyme of man.