Entering upon a life work with Christian purpose and endeavor, with a lasting resolve to carry out and fulfil all the demands of Love, shall we ever be found halting between opinions?
Purged ourselves of our desire for rank and anxiety to express our own wisdom, we may each and all strike our chord upon the harp of Love, and in nowise can discord arise from it, for the Principle of one is the Principle of all, and the sweet harmony of Mind goes out, filling the earth, gently arousing in its affections a new and growing joy.
But where does fame strike upon the harp of Love? In its ambitious effort to surpass, it reaches beyond its proper chord, and in its excited hope, fails to detect the discord arising from error. Pushing on, and on, its chords all become discords, when all the suitors to the demands of Love are called to halt.
