er 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!

"Oh, that I were a hundred men--to die before all men--to die daily!"
he cried out. "But I shall live. I shall live with the poor. I shall
feed them the bread of the body; and, if I may, the bread of life. I
shall be brother to the poor, and they shall hear of their kingdoms....
Oh, God, help me to utter the glory of life, the sublimity of the human
soul!"

And now he saw the terrible need of pity for those who wrap themselves
in the softest furs, who feed upon the breasts of doves and drink the
spirit of purple and golden grapes--those whom the world serves, and
who are so arrogant in their regality. He must not forecast the falling
of such, but pity them--and speak, if they would listen--for their need
is often greater than that of the menials who cringe before their empty
greatness, blinded by their kingly trappings. The world so often
betrays them at the end, strips them to nakedness and leaves them to
die--for they are the cripples, the sick, the blind in spirit....
Delicately he must attend the brutal and arrogant; not hate them, even
when he perceives their devastation among the poor. Everywhere to give
toke