Coleridge says, of the poet's and artist's Understanding:
'Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud—
We in ourselves rejoice!
And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight,
All melodies the echoes of that voice,
All colours a suffusion from that light.
Peace, the sense of friendly continuity between our own life and the Power beyond, has also been lamentably missing among many who professed to have found it. A good Christian is never disturbed or fearful, he does not fret or worry. (Oddly enough, as I wrote the last word a telegram arrived which announced that a registered manuscript had taken six days instead of twelve hours to arrive at the publisher's, thus effectually destroying my plans and breaking up my morning's work.) Well, a Christian must never worry, and the gentle 'Bother!' is just as much out of place on his lips as the other more pronounced and more theological expletive. We owe a great debt to the 'Don't-worry Movement', which has changed the ways of whole sections of people in America, and is spreading beneficently to the more highly-strung citizens of the Old World. This does not mean that we have merely to go through life with a 'higher-thought smile'; but it does mean that much of our unhappiness, and the unhappiness we make around us, is caused by our exaggeration—and our
