A New and Living Way

"And why," I asked, as I looked toward a rise of ground on the New England shore commanding a broad, beautiful stretch of ocean, sand-dunes and islands, sky and clouds, "why should it be called 'Heartbreak Hill'?" The answer to my question pictured the Puritan maiden who day after day had climbed to the brow of the hill, with the vain hope that the sail which should bear a loved one home would whiten the horizon. The beauty was not for her, hers only the sense of loss. That which she deemed necessary to happiness was gone — her heart was broken.

It was a Sabbath morning, and with my books and a dear friend I took my way toward Heartbreak Hill. One said to me as I started, "Go by the carriage road. It is not on the ocean side and you will get no view, but it's easier climbing than by the path:" and another added, "If you do go by the path, be very careful, for it is overgrown with poisonivy." We chose the path, however, and now and again we caught bright glimpses of the sparkling sea, ever growing broader and larger the higher we climbed. Once we stopped, thinking we had reached the summit; but no! there was yet another climb, yet a grander view! The spirit of Truth came very near to us that morning as we read the lesson, and Heartbreak Hill became for hearts open to "pure thoughts from God, winged with Truth and Love" (Science and Health, p. 298), a Mount of Revelation.

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