250 THE HUMAN HEART. 



the creative love, the animal has visions of ways and means; for 

 instincts are animal revelations. 



The love of sphere, the love of organism, and the love of pleasure 

 or harmonic sensation, the triple hearts of nature, are included ip. a 

 new heart, which circulates man through the former places, and 

 through others that exist for man alone. The heart whose grasp is 

 now upon us is the love of happiness, which carries us as men through 

 our various day. The love of happiness must walk through the laws 

 of happiness, and hence pleasure is bored by the augers of duty, 

 and the happy take the course which that iron leaves free. 



At the top of this, as it were a vane or guide, a heart seizes the 

 mind, and this is, the love of truth, which clasps the faculties in the 

 exactest unity, and commands them out on the most far-reaching 

 circulations. As all that is real, is an effluence of the truth, this 

 heart determines us everywhere ; for the love of truth impels the 

 lover of truth wherever truth lies. This insures the ubiquity of the 

 mind, according to the declaration of the Psalmist : "If I ascend 

 up into heaven, Thou art there : if I make my bed in hell, behold 

 Thou art there : if I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in 

 the uttermost parts of the sea, even there shall thy hand lead me, 

 and thy right hand shall hold me." But in loving the truth, we 

 love what we do not know, and hence this heart is faith, the force 

 and fountain of knowledge, the muscle that commands and sends 

 forth the true intellect since our world began. 



But a new heart is upon us, not made but created, not invented 

 but here; and this is, the love of life. Thereby the soul is deter- 

 mined to visit the avenues of the everlasting constructions; to take 

 its architecture from all firmaments, and rear forth the body out of 

 the marrows and backbones of the cosmic laws : to study in the 

 schools of order and truth which are stability; to ask of all good 

 plants the direction of the tree of life; to ponder every old story, 

 from north or from east, that babbles of the waters of health and 

 the fountains of youth; and to hang on the lips of revelation, which 

 brings life and immortality to light. This is our thread of golden 

 fire that runs through the broken moments of time. This is the 

 sustenance of the body, garrisoned with invulnerable troops, a buckler 

 against the hostile chemistries of earth and air. This is the safety 



