No fact respecting the truth is more interesting than this, that it is always fresh and new, it does not grow insipid, and it does not tire. If its reiteration becomes wearisome and begets a sense of being bored, the explanation is found in this, that we have not heard it as truth, but only as an oft-repeated statement, a mere succession of words. Indeed, to those who apprehend it as true the truth cannot be "repeated," for the reason that at every hearing something more of its inexhaustible content is communicated; and though we may have entertained it a thousand times, we have occasion to say, when it again enters the door of thought, "Why! it never appeared to me just like this before." Another facet of the jewel has been turned our way, and another flash of divine light has rewarded our gaze.

To human perception the radiations of infinite Truth are sadly obscured by the veil of material belief; nevertheless, their ever-new glories are disclosed, these "fresh-panoplied spring days," in a way that brings unmeasured delight. Though we have wondered and admired as we studied the veining and structure of a thousand leaves, the next we observe is none the less absorbing in its revelations of wisdom and of beauty; though we have delighted in the form and fragrance of a thousand roses, the next we pluck will seem all the more splendid and captivating, and we thus come to realize that in the measure of our responsiveness to its appeal every glimpse of the manifestation of Truth brings unfailing refreshment and joy.

May 30, 1908

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