This struggle which rent the ancient conscience, and which still rends the modern conscience wherever the goodness of God continues veiled—­this great conflict is appeased when we have come to understand that goodness is the first principle of things, that happiness is our end, and that the stern voice of conscience is a friendly voice which warns us to shun those paths of error in which we should encounter wretchedness.  The conscience is the voice of the Master; and the same authority which, speaking in the name of duty, bids us—­“Be good,” adds, in the gentle accents of hope—­“and thou shalt be happy.”  Happiness, duty,—­these are the two aspects of the Divine Will.  Love is the solution of the universal enigma.  Therefore, surprising as the thought may be, it is our duty to be happy.  Our profession of faith, when we look above, must be:  “I believe in goodness;” and when we enter again into ourselves, our profession of faith should be:  “I believe in happiness.”  And we do not believe in it.  Not to believe in happiness is the root of our ills; it is the original misery which includes all our miseries.  Triflers that we are, we give ourselves up to pleasure because we do not believe in joy:  frivolous, we run after giddy excitement because we do not believe in peace:  with hearts corrupt, we abandon ourselves to the devouring flame of the passions, because we do not believe in the serene light of true felicity.  But the more the thought of God’s love enters our mind, the more will faith in happiness issue from our soul as a blessed flower.  Happiness is the end of our being; it is the will of the Father.  To each one of us are these words addressed:  God loves thee; be happy!  If therefore (and I address myself more particularly to the younger of my hearers), if in the depth of your soul you are conscious of a sudden aspiration after true felicity, ah! do not suffer the holy flame to be extinguished, do not talk of illusions; do not, I pray you, resign yourselves to the prose of life; to a dreary and gloomy contentedness with a destiny which has no ideal.  Your nature does not deceive you; it is you who deceive yourselves, if you seek your own welfare in the world of foolish or guilty chimeras.  Listen to all the voices which speak to you of comfort; be attentive to all the words of peace.  Seek, labor, pray, till you are able to utter, in quiet confidence, those words of the Psalmist: 

     In peace I lay me down to rest;
     No fears of evil haunt my breast: 
     In peace I sleep till dawn of day,
     For God, my God, is near alway: 
     On Him in faith my cares I roll;
     He never sleeps who guards my soul.[183]

God in the heart—­this it is which adds zest to our enjoyments, sanctifies our affections, calms our griefs, and which, amidst the struggles, the sorrows, and the harrowing afflictions of life, suffers to rise from the heart to the countenance that sublime smile which can shine brightly even through tears.