ON SEEING 



WOULD reverently add to the list of the 

 beatitudes this, "Blessed are those who help us 

 to see." From my heart I bless such men and 

 women. All the good must pray to God, 

 "Help us to see." The pity of this world is 

 not its limitations, but ours. Into the earth as 

 into a king's golden goblet, God has poured all 

 things which minister to an immortal and growing 

 life. He has made a world pregnant with ideas. Vistas 

 open as through a sunrise world to wide meadow lands beyond, where 

 are sunshine and flowers and birds swaying in the tall grasses and sing- 

 ing as they sway and flute notes of singing waters and odors of damp 

 sod and blooming flowers, and a meadow lark s dulcet note and swaying 

 shadows of the woods when rocked by south winds and 

 billowy motion of the grass like some emerald sea with 

 tide setting to shore. We are always on the way to 

 God's open as we are always on our way to God if we 

 would have it so. Nothing of God's perishes, but 

 endures. We have not gotten to the end, seeing 

 God is forever holding something back. We 

 can not bankrupt his opportunities nor provi- 

 dences nor knowledge nor joy; and how good 

 that is! Life is as a book whose best pages 

 are as yet uncut, and a growing interest holds 

 us, filling the mind as a flood tide the sinuous 

 shore line 



Who knows what is hid under the open 

 sky? Some birds build their nest in plain 



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