orn. The change
is greater than he knows; he marvels at the powers in himself which the
Breath is opening and calling forth. He finds his nature to be an
unutterable thing; he is sure therefore that the future must have
inconceivable surprises in store. And herein lies the evidence, which
I commend to my readers, of the existence of God, and of the Eternal
human Hope. Let God's Breath kindle new spring-time in the soul, start
into life its deeply buried germs, lead in heaven's summer; you will
then have as clear evidence of God from within as you have of the
universe from without. Indeed, your internal experience of life, and
illimitable Hope in God will be nearer to you, and more prevailing,
than all your external and superficial experience of nature and the
world."

There is but one source of power in the universe. Whatever then you
are, painter, orator, musician, writer, religious teacher, or whatever
it may be, know that to catch and take captive the secret of power is
so to work in conjunction with the Infinite Power, in order that it may
continually work and manifest through you. If you fail in doing this,
you fail in everything. If you fail in doing this, your work, whatever
it may be, will be third or fourth rate, possibly at times second rate,
but it positively never can be first rate. Absolutely impossible will
it be for you ever to become a master.

Whatever estimate you put upon yourself will determine the
effectiveness of your work along any line. As long as you live merely
in the physical and the intellectual, you set limitations to yourself
that will hold you as long as you so live. When, however, you come
into the realization of your oneness with the Infinite Life and Power,
and open yourself that it may work through you, you will find that you
have entered upon an entirely new phase of life, and that an ever
increasing power will be yours. Then it will be true that your
strength will be as the strength of ten because your heart is pure.

"O God! I am one forever
With Thee by the glory of birth;
The celestial powers proclaim it
To the utmost bounds of the earth.

"I think of this birthright immortal,
And my being expands like a rose,
As an odorous cloud of incense
Around and above me flows.

"A glorious song of rejoicing
In an innermost spirit I hear,
And it sounds like heavenly voices,
In a chorus divine and clear.

"And I feel a power upris