“Earth loses thy pattern forever and aye” that thou mayst be renewed and set up in the finer mould of thy most excellent Karma, which is thy hidden reality of character.  Rejoice then, O mortal! in the beneficence of nature and of thy Parents, God, for surely it is well that they call a halt for thee and thine beside the river of death, and loosen thy burthens of pain and heart-breaking sorrow, and let loose from thy soul that raven, “Never more,” which has preyed long upon thy soul and held thee in the grip of unspoken despair and anguish.  This is of all demons the blackest and most subtle.  In tones of love it has been proclaimed by the divine mind that nought is ever taken away that shall not be restored to thee.  Not as thou, in thy small, limited way, wouldst hold it back from its own high place, and mission in the universe and bend it to thy purpose; but according to the wisdom of its Creator and thine, shalt thou see and know and claim all that belongs to thee, be it the inspiration of thy nature, unexpressed here amid the din and rush of this chaotic existence; or power to carry forth thy grandly bold designs in conjunction with nature’s illimitable chemistry; or to perfect within thy mind a knowledge of her laws; or to fold to thy bereaved heart thy lover, friend, or child, so lost to thee now in the great unexplored silences, that thou wilt not even try to see their way of life, but art ever persistent in saying they are dead.  Whatever thy soul shalt cherish as highest and best good to be longed for, that shall be given to thee, in its new and resurrected form, over which has passed the chrism of the immortal and everlasting life.  We need a new perception of that great law of the “survival of the fittest.”  Who are the “fit”?  The nomadic tramp who yields no meed of use to his fellows?  The willfully sin-sodden who poisons all his surrounding atmosphere with the noxious exhalations from his decaying organism?  He who hoards and locks away from his fellows his treasures of gold or precious knowledge, and he, who having in his hands the powers of wealth and influence, never deigns to stretch forth his hand to relieve the cruel stress of the needy or to protect the helpless, or to sustain and strengthen the weaker ones of earth?

Nay!  The true “survival” is not here on this underdone sphere, but outside, beyond, above, in the realms of the spiritual where our burdens are loosed and the souls of men are set free, and true liberty is accorded to each and everyone to be, and to do, all that in him lies toward the upbuilding of the great sum of the soul life we call God.