What gardener is so foolish as to condemn his flowers because they do not develop in a day? Learn to love, and you shall see. in all souls, even those called degraded, the Divine Beauty, and shall know that it will not fail to come forth. This is one of the Heavenly Visions; it is out of this that Gladness comes.
Open the petals of your soul and let the glorious Light stream in.
Every soul is a resolved harmony. It shall at last strike the Perfect Chord, and swell the joyful melodies of Heaven.
Hell is the preparation for Heaven; out of the debris of its ruined hovels are built pleasant mansions wherein the perfected soul may dwell.
Night is only a fleeting shadow which the world casts, and sorrow but a transient shade cast by the self. Come out into the Sunlight. Know this, O reader! that you are divine. You are not cut off from the Divine except in your own unbelief. Rise up, O Son of God! and shake off the nightmare of sin that binds you; accept your
