sion lurks behind clearness, clouds are born from cloudless skies, hateful forms lie concealed in the beautiful expanse of the firmament. All things lie hidden in the womb of the Great Complex, and who knows when that which lies hidden shall not come forth?
3. There is a distinction between the Heart and Nature, yet we find one and the same law at work in both. When there is no special seed to produce Suffering, and when the blue sky of the Heart is clear and calm, we look at it with admiration, and ask if any where in the world we can find anything else that is so beautiful, and our hearts tell us that we can not. The Heart loves peace, and meditates up on righteousness, the clouds of perverted thought cannot arise if they would,—at least that is our thought,—all is placid, and still, and translucent as a well-cut diamond. But it is not long ere the serpent that lurks in the waters comes to trouble the quiet pool: clouds of perverse thought steal suddenly over the heart, till, one by one, they have covered it all, and the man's
