Time creates no ravage,— works no change in the true heart, save to enlarge its borders.
In every noble human heart there will be an "aching void," until its earthly limits are broadened into divine boundlessness, and all the world, high and low, rich and poor, sick and sinful enter therein; then is the full glory of manhood revealed.
Thus only is "love the greatest thing in the world" when it reaches its zenith of magnitude and blesses the greatest number.
Still loyal to its early loves and friendships, throwing over them a sweet and hallowed mantle, the great and noble heart o'er-steps the boundaries of past and present, — projecting its benign sunshine into the limitless and eternal future.—
