| Finding the Way |
Chapter 12 |
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On all sides the motive of earnestness and diligence presses. The natural world teaches us the lesson. Every flower that blooms has its inspiration for us – we should put beauty into everything we do. Every bird that sings calls us to live more songfully and cheerfully. Every wind that blows whispers to us of the breath of God and urges us to open all our being to its blessed influence.
“I would give up all the mind
In the prim city’s hoard can find–
House with its scrap art bed light,
Straightened manners of the street,
Smooth voiced society–
If so the swiftness of the wind
Might pass into my feet;
If so the sweetness of the wheat
Into my soul might pass,
And the clear courage of the grass;
If the lark caroled in my song;
If one tithe of the faithfulness
Of the bird mother with her brood
Into my selfish heart might press,
And make me also instinct good.’”
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