ion that vitalizes. The eye of faith sees the prize
at the end long before it is reached; the eye of fear looks so closely
at the difficulties and dangers of the course that the prize is not
seen at all.

There is a good deal of fatalism seeking to pass as faith. People say
we must have faith in God; let things take their course and they will
come out all right. The church long commended the slothful who let
things drift, and called their laziness resignation. But faith feels
the certitude of a harvest because it has first diligently plowed and
sown and because of the goodness that has ever brought the seed-time
and the harvest.

Superstitious credulity is not faith. It is more than the foresight
that feeds on visions of a future heaven; it is the clear eye that
looks keenly at the things of to-day. No truth is the better for being
taken on trust; it cannot be possessed until it is known, not on the
authority of another but on your own experience. No man ever became a
martyr for a truth he received at second hand.

Only a first hand faith is a force in the world. It is born of life;
it determines life. Your faith forms you. If you do not believe men,
how can you be a man? If you do not believe in things better, nobler,
purer, how can you move towards them? If at bottom your faith is in
things mean, sordid, sensual, base, then thither turns your life, and
no extraneous efforts, no badges, buttons, or creeds can change its
course.

You can measure a man's weight in this world, by the strength and
clearness of his convictions. Poor you may be, friendless, alone,
weak, unlearned; but all this can be overcome if bright in the heart
there burns the unquenchable flame of some great passion, some high
faith. Given this fire within them, all the tools shall be found, but
without it the finest endowment of brain and body is valueless.

Given but some great principle, some purpose that becomes a holy
passion, something that leads you, like one of long ago who
"steadfastly set His face to go up to Jerusalem," then all power is
yours. The man who has faith to remove mountains always finds the
picks and the steam shovels somewhere. He takes the tools he has,
though they may seem but toys beside his task, and lo! some morning
when the dreamers awake the mountain is no longer there. Faith has had
her perfect work.

It is faith that gives fortitude, faith that gives force. The dreamers
of dreams have ever been,