44 A BOOK OF MORTALS 



in an ecstasy of obedience to the Great Law which once 

 again has bidden them forget self and give their body and 

 blood for others in this same mysterious sacrament of Life ; 

 to an ecstasy which will pass when its purpose is fulfilled, 

 and leave no trace behind it to mar the simplicity of 

 individual life. 



At our feet, warmed to wise work by the first real sun- 

 shine of the year, thousands and thousands of ants, outcast by 

 nature from all personal interest in passion, are toiling still, 

 not for themselves but for the immortality of their race. 



Now let us turn our eyes — But no ! Do not let us 

 cloud this Valentine's Day when all creation save man is 

 preparing soberly, reverently, obediently for the sacrament of 

 Love and Life, by thoughts of our own ways and works. 



