The Prodigality of Good

Nature is constantly disclosing a richness of bounty, which is apparently indifferent to our sense of waste.

Many a sunset delights the eye, and yet how meager their record compared with the unobserved glories of that wondrous aureole of our planet, which ever precedes and follows the day. The flowers speak their gladness to many a heart, but nature's seclusions revel in rarest blossomings that are all unscented and unsung. The circling spheres are warmed and beautified by the unnumbered light rays they intercept, but inconceivably greater is the number which escape into the infinite spaces.

Yet, though ever so lavish, nature's bestowals fail utterly to measure the abundance of Good which floods the universe. The divine outgoing is no less infinite than the divine resources. Love has as little reserve as light. It would reach us even through the "cracks and crannies" of our reserve, and so win its welcome at the last. It ventures instantly upon every opportunity, and it meets with no impediment; knows no limitation. All thought of these is but a figment of human sense.

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Let in the Light
August 28, 1902

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